Fendros and Janius both murmured thanks under their breath to Lorag. still had their fair share of knocks and bruises as well. Janius' burn had not been completely dealt with in the field and had formed into a scabby sheet of dark red, but his regeneration had begun to close it. Still, a potion couldn't hurt.

Lorag wouldn't take long. In the meantime, Janius found some stacked chairs at the side of the tent, no doubt for the table itself had it not been used for surgery. He took them two by two and let everyone take a seat rather than stand. No one seemed to want to leave any time soon.

"So, Meesei," Fendros asked, reaching to clutch his own shoulder. "What exactly happened in the keep? Did you find the general and Ra'jorr?"