[@Vismar][@Blueflame]

[i]"Vivi, get the creature onto the corner table. Blue fire, light the chandelier above."[/i] The commands rung out from the opening kitchen door as Dorian emerged rolling up his sleeves. His voice was never raised but held an affluence of authority and urgency. There was no hesitation or second thought, in his actions or his words. With a purposed efficiency he gathered some utensils and clothes upon a dining plate and made his way to the mentioned table. 

The first thing he placed down and organised was a small candle which sat under a metallic stand holding a bowl of water. Then he proceeded to lay out a mix of what looked like kitchen cooking utensils and neatly folded bandages.