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Pox took the kindness, feeling a pair of hands, cold through his robes.  He must have looked an old man, lanky in his robes, raspy in his voice.  He was supposed to personify the element of life and vibrancy, but considered he was sure he had died not minutes ago, he figured he was doing pretty well despite an impossibility.  [color=lightgreen]"Thank you."[/color]  He said, his voice getting more strength as a front.  He needed to not appear weak, not if he was going to keep up and dissway his rescuers.

But there was more generosity.  One claiming bed rest, and indeed, this is where his beak lifted to see the carnage that had occurred.  A bloodbath in a barracks.  What in the name of Yu Shan?  Others were showing impatience and uncertainty and Pox agreed with that settiment.  If this was a prison break, there was no time for rest.  He turned a peak towards the woman... immediately seeing how she held an uncanniness that mimic'd a true form and face.  An automata?  The realm had examples from the First Age but one as he lived and breathed? 
 What was going on?  Pox would have to focus, there were so many questions but that could come later.  [color=lightgreen]"Ironic then, I happen to be a medic."[/color]  He pushed off the girl gently so he could give his legs another chance.  [color=lightgreen]"I'll... be alright.  I'll keep up.  Just need will some life back into my limbs."[/color]  He stood tall.  [color=lightgreen]"Hierphox of House Apothecary.  Pox for short.  My charms and skills are at your service.  By the Maker, you will leave here alive and without a scratch."[/color]  He made a gesture across his chest, one with a finger, one with a thumb, crossing his heart.  An odd gesture of his homeland when making an oath.

He then addressed the man, he bowed his head to him.  [color=lightgreen]"Greetings."[/color]  The man explained the situation.  [color=lightgreen]"Forgive me.  You were my salvation, so you were my focus but..."[/color]  Pox went to the splashes of red, eyeing the creature in the mask, unknowing that he was their savior.  He nodded to him as well as he went to beds, he put his gloved hands on the bed and tried to determine how the occupants were killed.  If they died in bed, and the beds were untouched, it meant the creature maybe this construct of armor and flesh had capabilities of stealth, but it might not be the only danger.  Pox noticed the other creature in the room, another guardian... a golem, a creature of controlled magic.

[color=lightgreen]"What happened here was atleast a day or so ago.  The blood is dried and crusted.  There is hope that whatever had was long gone.  Though considering the company, maybe this dungeon is forgotten.  I've heard of such haunted decrepit places."[/color]  Believing himself still in creation.  [color=lightgreen]"There are so many questions."[/color]  He said remembering what one of the warriors had said.  The commotion in the store room broke his train of thought.  [color=lightgreen]"At any rate, if this is indeed the barracks for the guards, we should be closer to the exit.  The guards would need a way from their homes to this accursed place."[/color]