Heading over to the weapon’s tent you would actually find Cera wrapping a bandage around Yorik’s head. Everyone from Shor’s team except Shor himself was there, resting and patching up their wounds. Though injured, Yorik sees you and waves you over. “Oh lassie! See dat yet still kickin! Good show eh, how dem Jaberoni gits turn out?” Cera just chuckled as she tighten his bandage, causing him to whince. “Jabrani, Yorik. And stop talking so much, that big mouth of yours is making the bandages lose.” The orc guardsman grumbled an apology as Aisha approaches. “If you’re looking for Shor, he went to the Greyscale house to report our battle with the Blackclaw. How’s your team doing?”