[center][h1][color=39b54a]Bastian Felstead[/color][/h1][/center]

Sure enough, Bastian's faith in the squire was not misplaced as the final beast suffered a fiery demise. And just like that, it was over. The forest fell silent, the owls, frogs, and crickets still too frightened by the chaos to resume calling out into the darkness. Bastian checked the group. The all seemed to be fine, except for the hermit. The hermit was gone. Regrettable as his demise was, Bastian's top priority was his patient, who he had succeeded in keeping safe with the help of the supposed noble.

As for himself, Bastian was unharmed like the rest of the party. He was completely unfazed by the blood that now coated him and dripped from his knife as well as the hand that held it. He and the squire were, by far, the two most combat capable members of the group. Surprisingly, no one seemed too put off that the man who was trained in healing was also well-versed in doing the exact opposite. Bastian then heard Lorenzo mention he didn't remember the wolves in the forest being so aggressive.

[color=39b54a]"Those weren't wolves,"[/color] Bastian said. [color=39b54a]"Their appearance may be similar, but those beasts.... They are not natural."[/color]

Bastian then retrieved his medical bag and knelt beside Martyrdom. While the supplies it contained were normal for people, Bastian was a dog person. More than that, he doubted he would have been as successful against those beasts had it not been for the young hound's assistance. He owed him this much. He removed Lorenzo's cloak from the canine and used it to wipe the wolfborn blood off of his hands and knife. It was probably rude to do so without asking, but the cloak was already ruined by that point. The physician then set to work cleaning Martyrdom's wounds and dressing them with proper bandages.

[color=39b54a]"I will take first watch. I must keep an eye on our furry friend to make sure he remains in stable condition."[/color]

As he sat beside the dog gently petting him to keep him calm and comfortable, Bastian couldn't help but wonder about the beasts that had attacked them. They were far larger than any wolf, and definitely far more ferocious. The thing that bothered him the most was that they left the horse untouched. Surely a horse would provide a far more substantial meal than any man. Unless those creatures did not hunt simply for food. Perhaps they did it for fun. It was a chilling thought that a creature would kill for pleasure alone. 


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3 days of rations
Flask
Flint and Steel
Kindling
Rope
Knife
Cloak
Medical Bag
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