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[color=Palegreen]Time[/color]: Dawn
[color=Lightblue]Location[/color]: Roshmi city infirmary
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[color=Lightblue]Ambience[/color]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OITOAeMad3Q]Infirmary[/url]

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Ilan was laying out some medicine and supplies for both Fintan and the human fighter. He gathered up Fintans medicine and placed them in a bag. He hopped of the cart, keeping an eye on the human and proceeded to kneel down next to the unconscious farmer. By some sort of miracle none of them got injured during the explosion. His sensitive ears however did feel like they were bleeding on the inside. He looked at the demi humans face and his eyes scanned over the rest of his body, there weren´t any great injuries. Just some scrapes from being dragged over the dirt road. He´d packed some cooling salves and wrappings for that. The wrists which the human suspected may have been broken looked and felt fine. Ilan didn´t feel any strange dislocated bones or dents around the wrists of Fintan. It filled him with guilt to leave him like this. The human needed his help more. It wasn´t safe for him here, especially not after what the Lich King had offered to the people of Avalia. 

When the human returned Ilan convinced him to lay down on the straw, which he had spread evenly into a makeshift mattress of sorts. He wordlessly tied a piece of cloth around the mans arm, so he could cradle it against his chest. He wore the sling like a hero out of war, which he may have well been. Ilan didn´t want to strain him any further by making him talk. 

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On the way back to Roshmi a million thoughts ran through the mind of the young faun. The most pressing one what he was going to do next. If he stayed with this man he would be drawn into this war, but if he didn't.....
The war was coming and no matter how hard everyone tried to avoid it, soon it would be on the doorstep. Ilan just hoped the humans were like the ones in the stories. A group of heroes who would band together and defeat the evil king. He could help them by saving the human he found. 

The roads began to look familiar, they were leading back to the city. Ilan realized he hadn't been all that far from it. Traveling on foot was awfully slow. He felt hopeful, there would be demi humans in Roshmi willing to help. He knew a few people at a particular infirmary. One where he used to drop off medicine he prepared together with his grandmother. They would be safe there, for the time being. Once the city borders were in view Ilan urged the horse to go faster. The quietness of the human worried him. He was already in bad shape when they met and he was only getting worse. 

[i]Flash forward[/i]

Ilan was pacing back and forth at the entrance of the infirmary, not knowing what to do with himself. He'd stayed by the bedside of the human until he fell into a deep sleep. The healers said he needed rest and Ilan agreed wholeheartedly. He wasn't as an accomplished healer as the ones at the infirmary, but even he knew what their grim faces meant. The scent of cleansing herbs wafted out of the windows. It was a painfully familiar scent. A kind of herb they only used when someone was clinging onto life. He hated himself for thinking it, but he hoped it was not the human. It would be useless to stand here and wait around, worrying himself. He was in the best hands. Ilan adjusted his bag and straightened his clothes. A stroll through the market would do him well. A worried frown refused to leave his features as he walked past several stands. It would be a while before they could leave. Ilan made some mental notes on the things he would need for the journey, hopefully he could afford all of it.   


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