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

Bastian's blood ran cold at the sight before him. How could this have happened? It didn't make any sense. How did their motley little crew fair better than trained soldiers? And with nothing to show for it? His shock and disbelief was soon overridden by his duties as a physician and he set to work checking the less mangled bodies. There was no point in checking them all. The man who had both of his arms torn off was very much dead by now. 

One by one, he checked for signs of life. To his dismay he even recognized some of the faces he saw. Especially one in particular. 

[color=39b54a]"Oh, Felix,"[/color] he said softly. [color=39b54a]"Not you too."[/color]

Bastian had treated him just last week after he had accidently cut himself while trying to whittle a chicken out of a tree branch. He was around Bastian's age as well, far too young to have died in such a manner as this. Bastian took Felix's sword and laid it lengthwise on top of him with the hilt resting in the center of his chest. He then gently crossed Felix's arms over his stomach and on top of the blade. This was a common burial practice from his homeland, though he knew Felix wouldn't actually get a proper burial. He knew what he did would seem strange to the others, but it was all he could do for the lad at this point. 

At this point Bastian had almost given up all hope in finding any survivors. There was but one more body to check. He knelt down beside the man and dutifully checked for a pulse, though he doubted it would be there. To his surprise he felt a small push against his fingertips causing him to perk up. Then, he felt it again. He was alive! He was barely alive, but alive nonetheless. Bastian threw off his medical bag and turned to his companions. Marque was in shock, he would be useless. Lorenzo couldn't walk. That left Col. 

Bastian jammed a finger over in Col's direction.

[color=39b54a]"You,"[/color] Bastian ordered. [color=39b54a]"Come here and help me. This man is alive, but only just. If I treat him now he may have a slim chance at life, but I need to get his mail off so I can treat him properly."[/color]

Bastian knew it was rude to be so demanding and boss the squire around in such a way, but there was no time for pleasantries. Time was of the essence. Hopefully, Col would understand. Bastian plunged his hands into his medical bag and began digging out everything he would need to patch the poor man back together. 
 

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