[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] Campsite 8 o’clock.
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] Sona [/center]

 After those intense few minutes of combat, now over the body of the mage, Satilla was leaning tiredly on her staff. She was glad Cyneburg delivered the finishing blow on the orc mage with her axe stick… thing. It didn’t matter what the weapon was, the results were the important part and it was that the enemy was dead. It wasn’t that the witch had no seen death before, quite the opposite, but she never got completely used to battles. They were a place that was both scary and unsuitable for her. She felt most at home at the campsites, healing the injured. That was what she was best for… that said she threw a look around and panicked when she was the elf bard from earlier, Sona. She was under the body of an Orc… was under the body of an orc, at least until Keystone rolled him off her. Still she seemed unconscious! 
 
 Taking a heavy breath, Satilla started to run over towards Sona, giving the man a nod, before she kneeled next to the injured elf. That was a again a nasty injury, but not as bad as Cyneburg’s earlier. Taking another deep breath, she placed a hand on Sona’s leg next to the wound. Right away she used Cure Moderate Wounds on Sona, to start fixing the big injury on her leg. She seemed to miss a lot of blood, judging from the blood around… hopefully that was mostly her enemy’s blood.