[@Jollan]

Eduard stopped right in his tracks when the flying messenger hit him right in the forehead. Shaking his head, he instinctively raised a hand up to his head before looking down to see the small basket with wings. Raising an eyebrow, he bent down and picked it up. Reaching into the basket, he pulled out the piece of paper. The short, hastily scribbled message sent Eduard into a quiet panic. This was a problem, and a big one. One one hand he had a camp possibly full of slave girls who would probably need short-term physical care and long-term psychological care. And on the other, he had half a town that probably needed him to diagnosed more specific injuries. Two tired healers wasn't going to cut it. People there needed a doctor that could ensure their injuries didn't become a problem later or even kill them in the near future. He felt he had a decision to make. Whatever thoughts he had about Aerex took a back seat. Now, he needed to focus. Before heading to the entrance, he quickly picked up his things and placed them all in his bag. He then approached the new arrival. 

"You there." He said, as he walked over. "You said you came from Kalla, no? I need you to take me there. The healers won't be able to keep the patients stable on the long-term. I need to get there as fast as you can take me. Considering how fast you got here, I presume you used magic and not a horse?"