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The young Diggard had just set down another drink when the doors slammed open, turning her head to look, Sapphire’s eyes widened. There was one of her older brothers, bleeding from a deep wound. She immediately ran to his side after she watched him collapse to the ground. Standing next to Mishka frozen with concern. She felt a slight tug on her hood before she was lifted off the ground by her wolf. 

[color=Lavender][i][b]"Mishka, come with us. Let us get out of the way so they can help him. The healer woman is at the bar tonight. See there she is.”[/b][/i][/color] Hunt informed the other large wolf, looking to a woman shoving past people as she tied her hair fully back. Her golden eyes focused solely on Flint. [color=Lavender][i][b]"We will be of no help over here. We will just get in the way, that means you too Sapphire. Come this way."[/b][/i][/color] Hunt nudged Mishka with his back hip, turning her in the direction he then began to walk off too. He walked to where there were less tables but they had a clear view of where they were tending to Flint. 

Hunt set Sapphire down but didn’t let go of her cloak as her sat down, causing her to begin to fall backwards. This is when he did let go of her cloak, letting her fall back onto back. Hunt then lied down, placing his front paws and his head on Saph’s lap. 

Sapphire groaned as she landed on her back and let out a breath as the weight of Hunt settled into her lap. [color=C683CA][b]“Hunnnnttttt”[/b][/color] She whined wanting to go to her brother and aide him. But she knew Hunt was correct. That healer lady was quite good at what she did and she’d only be in the way. So she settled for sitting up and watching from where she was stuck. 

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[sub][color=gray]Mentioning:Sheffield[/color][@Cryptek12]
[color=gray]Interacting with: Flint and Bobby[/color][@Aerandir][/sub][/center]
Rowyn had been simply sitting at a table by herself in the corner observing people within the bar when she heard the tavern door slam open. She casually looked over to the door and immediately she was up on her feet. The man at the door had a large gash on his forearm, it was still bleeding quite a bit and the man was showing signs of fatigue and blood loss. It didn’t help that his words were slightly ominous. As soon as the man fainted she began to make her way towards the front where he had fainted. She pushed men out of the way as they looked at the man. 

[i][b][color=FFB90F]‘Stop looking and actually help the man you idiots.’[/color][/b][/i] Rowyn thought, ignoring the protests of the men she pushed. Their protests stopping when they noticed who it was. She continued pushing through the crowd tying her hair fully back as she went. 

As she approached her body she noticed how only one man had gone to help lift the injured man off the ground. [b][color=FFB90F]“Oi! Stop gawking like children and help lift the man on a table. Or are you really going to let a woman show all you manly men up by being the only other one to help lift this man.”[/color][/b] Rowyn called out to the gawking hunters. Her no nonsense side showing. When she needed things done to help an injured person she had a way to get people to help her. Especially idiots like these in the bar.

After she called the men out, there seemed to be a scramble as more men approached and help the other man lift the injured up onto a table. The men immediately cleared the way for Rowyn as she began pulling things out of her bag and setting them besides the man’s arm. After all her supplies needed to treat the wound and the man were on the table she tossed her bag under the table. Looking to his arm she noticed the leather bracer he had on would get in the way so she paid no mind to the people around and lifted up a small part of her skirt to reach her thigh and pull one of her daggers out. Being careful not to cut the man she cut the bracer off, throwing it to the side. Rowyn then poured the alcohol in one bowl, the soapy water in another bowl, and regular water in the last bowl. She then poured some of the alcohol substance on her hands sterilizing them before grabbing a rag and soaking it in the soapy water. 

Rowyn tried washing the blood away but frowned noticing that she’d have to stop the bleeding first as her first rag was now soaked in blood. Setting it to the side she grabbed a long 2 inch thick bandage. She lifted the man’s arm and slipped it underneath moving the bandage above the elbow. She let it sit there for a moment as she quickly sterilized her needle and suture thread and made sure everything else she needed was nearby. Once she stopped the bleeding with the tourniquet procedure she had learned, she’d have to work quickly so to get the blood flowing in the limb again. 
Once she was sure she was ready, Rowyn zoned in completely blocking out the noises of the tavern. With swift hands she began. Lifting the bandage around his arm she brought the strands together and began twisting them, tightening the bandage around the arm until the flow of blood seemed to slow from the wound. Once satisfied, pulling taut she brought the two sides around his arm again and tied them to keep it tight. She then immediately began cleaning the blood off with soap and water, satisfied to see that she was able to see the wound clearly now. The location was lucky, no tendons were ripped apart. For a hunter that could mean the end of their career. 

Once she finished cleaning it with soap and water, she moved his arm so the forearm was hanging off the edge of the table. Using the soapy bowl of water to catch, she poured the regular water over the arm, rinsing excess soap away. She then laid a clean rag down and placed the forearm on it. She finally took a rag and soaked it in the alcohol. She used the rag to get within the wound to get dirt out and fully clean the wound as gently as she could. Fully sterilizing it the best she could. Grabbing the needle, she threaded it swiftly before getting to work. Rowyn was skilled at stitching wounds at this point so getting each part of the wound was easy work for her. Once she finished she took her dagger and cut through the tourniquet allowing the blood to return to the lower part of the arm. 

In an unused bowl, Rowyn pulled out some herbs and crushed them adding some water and mixing it together. Going to his head she placed a hand under his head lifting it up slightly before pouring a bit of the mixture into his mouth. Rowyn finished up by applying an herbal paste over the stitches and bandaging his arm up. [b][color=FFB90F]“The drink I made should help a bit with his pain and should wake him back up here soon.”[/color][/b] Rowyn said, mostly to Bobby knowing how he had reacted to seeing this man come into the tavern like this. [b][color=FFB90F]“I will stay with him until he wakes up and I know he is stable.”[/color][/b]