[center][u][color=aba000][h1]Birch[hr][/h1][/color][/u]
Location: Fountain Square
Interacting with:[@FailingForward][@Th3King0fChaos]
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As Birch reached the ground, he heard someone call him a bastard, not that he disagreed at this exact moment. He hung his head in remorse of his actions and let the the person's angry word slam into his conscience like a charging mountain troll. He had lost control over himself in the very first hours of the festival and that was a shame to himself and his people. As he looked up to apologize to the person berating him, he noticed a far more important detail that got him moving once again as the woman magicked the dirt off herself. 

[color=aba000]"You're hurt!"[/color] Birch took out the pieces of red fabric that he had offered to the strange white skinned, horned woman from earlier from where he had tucked them into his belt. The fabric, while ruined for the purposes of clothing, was clean and would work for his purposes. He took one of the smaller pieces of fabric and handed it to the young woman. In the calm, authoritative voice of someone who had spent some time instructing others on field medicine he said,[color=aba000]"Hold that against the wound and apply pressure. Head wounds can be tricky and tend to bleed more than others. Keep it there for a bit."[/color] He took in her appearance fully then. She wore a poorly made traveling cloak that would do little against the cold of night, normal pieces of clothing, but walked with a sense of inborn authority.

His other hand reached down and felt around in his boot, until it came out with a small jar that smelled faintly of herbs. Birch momentarily reflected he had had the good sense not to store all of his belongings in his backpack even the vast majority had left his possession. [color=aba000]"This poultice comes from the petals of the rare thornwind flowers atop the peaks of Mt. Frostswallow. The petals speed healing of minor wounds, relieve pain, and greatly lower the chance of scarring."[/color] After handing her the poultice and the rest of the red fabric to use as a bandage, he placed his fist over his heart and bowed deeply at the waist first at the woman in front of him and then at all those beyond the alley that he had hit.

Ramsas came over and spoke on his behalf. Birch gave him a small smile, but placed a placating hand on Ramsas's shoulder. [color=aba000]"I was surprised from behind and thought myself in the midst of a orc ambush. I... I lost sight of where I was and who was around me. I have no excuse and only shame for my actions. I take full responsibility for my actions. If you wish to bring me before the local guard, I will come with you peacefully and with no anger in my heart against you and yours. From the bottom of my soul, I apologize to you and all others that I treated so roughly. I owe you all a great debt and shall repay it, if you would give me to opportunity to do so. I swear I shall never make this mistake again and not form a habit of it."[/color] 

As he looked up, he noticed a bag full of books left abandoned on the floor of the fountain plaza. He walked briskly, but careful not to come near anyone else and picked it gently. He looked around and a woman holding a basketful of small trinkets pointed back at the woman who had chastised him. He walked back to the woman and passed her back her bag of books, glancing briefly at the titles out of curiosity.