[h3][b]Sir Kherun Zeydria[/b][/h3]

The young druid stood at perfect attention as the Knight-Captain addressed him. Of course it wasn’t a good time Kherun quickly realized as the Captain had been preparing to speak with someone of importance. Truth be told Kherun hadn’t really been prepped on what the situation was before being sent as a reinforcement. For all he knew Kherun could be interrupting important matters that would affect the entire kingdom.

Thus he took the command to look for more possible survivors with the aid of his familiars as a good one. But just as Kherun turned away from the Knight-Captain, he was approached by a more senior knight. They asked if it was necessary for Kherun to have mercy killed the fallen mercenary, as they still gotten information from him as they were still many questions apparently. Kherun was not aware of what any of those questions as he was out of the loop.

“My apologies,” Kherun said quickly as he bowed a little, “I made the call as it appeared that he couldn’t even form words anymore. His mouth was full of blood and it looked like he was drowning in it.”

As Kherun stopped bowing, Watcher landed on his shoulder, giving a shrill hoot and staring at Fleuri.

“I am sorry I am new to this. It was my first battle as a Knight and I didn’t know the proper protocol. So I shall redeem my error by looking for more who may have survived.”

With another bow, Kherun walked away from the veteran knight. As he did so, Watcher lifted back into the air, also looking for the living. Kherun then waded back into the field of the dead, Wedge following from behind. Wishing to redeem his mistake, Kherun took great effort to check every body. After a few minutes his gloves were coated in blood, as he inspected all kinds of weapon injuries.

The pain in his shoulder where he had been hit continued to get worse as he moved it up and down to inspect the bodies. Eventually Kherun had to stand up, leaning on his staff, as a bolt of pain went up his whole right side. He began breathing deeply, calling upon druidic practices instilled in him as a child. It helped center Kherun once more, the rush of battle slowly fading away.

But this meditation was interrupted by a loud hoot from Watcher. The familiar cry awoke Kherun to the outside world. He saw the owl circling near the tree line, and beneath him a body. Except as he stared at the fallen mercenary, Kherun could see that it was slowly moving.

The druid knight immediately ran over toward the trees, sword and staff in hand. As he got closer, Kherun saw the main wounds on his body, a set of slices to his legs, effectively crippling his lower half. The mercenary was pulling himself with just his arms away from the battlefield, as his legs left a trail of blood in the grass.

“I would stop if I were you,” stated Kherun as he stepped in front of the man, pointing his sword at him.

The mercenary chuckled, “So you going to kill me? Or you going to let me bleed out?”

“Neither,” replied Kherun as he placed his staff down on the ground.

Magic flowed from Kherun, through the staff, and into the ground. After a few moments vines began to grow out of the ground, wrapping around the mercenary’s legs, tight enough to stifle the bleeding. The mercenary grunted at the pressure. Kherun then picked up the man, lifting him onto the back of Wedge. As he did so, his shoulder throbbed with pain. Kherun then began to lead Wedge back toward the other Knights, Watcher hovering just above them.

Once they got close enough, he called to the other knights, “I found a live one.”

Kherun was glad that he had done something properly, as he did have fears that he would totally screw up his first interaction with the other knights. But so far it hadn’t been that bad.

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