[center][b][h3][color=orange]KYZLER[/color][/h3][/b][/center]
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Kyzler quickly moved to asses the situation for himself. An urgency took his step as caution shifted to the back of his mind. As he approached the duo and looked over the slender armoured young man, Kyzler couldn’t help but regain his guard. Despite this young mans appearance offering no sign’s of mistrust and his story fitting true, there was just something about him that didn’t sit right in the deep pits of Kyzler’s stomach. An unnerving feeling he couldn’t place nor shake.

But there was no time nor urgency for that. The girl was indeed bleeding badly, blood soaked clothes glistened in the moonlight. Her ignorance of the wound and focus else where was evidence of shock borderline of hysterics. 

He had to calm the girl and had just the tools to do so. Pulling a small half filled vile from one of many discreet pouches on his body, he uncorked it and reluctantly parted with the faintly citrusy, fruity smelling liquid that held the subtle musky undertones that hinted of hemlock. As he emptied it onto a small cloth he seemed displeased.

[color=orange][i]”It will be bitter, but it will calm her. Put her to sleep eventually if she sucks enough from it. You might have to force it in her mouth but it will definitely take the fight from her. I know from personal experience.“[/i][/color] Said Kyzler as he handed the small scrunched up cloth to the young man and moved to support and comfort the girl. Kyzler decided to leave the difficult labour to the Good Samaritan while softly whispering soothing reassurance to the girl.