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[center][h2]Dekkori[/h2][/center]

	Dekkori's gaze lingered on the Captain and the new arrival he was staring down like a hawk, even as the Guardsman ambled over, an amicable grin directed her way. She'd earned a reputation throughout the town and a ways farther for helping as she did, and it lent her no small measure of trust. "Ah, Dekkori." She nodded in greeting at the guard. "Just a refugee from Lon Lon Ranch." Dekkori looked over the woman dressed in blue. She was exhausted, disheveled and definitely held herself in the way that Hylian nobility always did. It was in the posture mostly. 

	"If you would, the Captain mentioned some injured soldiers that need tending to though." Dekkori set here eyes back on the guard, her demeanor shifting dramatically in the span of a single moment. Gone was the warm, relaxed disposition she so often sported. "[color=green]You returned with injured?[/color]" Dekkori was standing in an instant. Gone was the soft tone and relaxed posture, replaced with the tension of the untamed wilds, demanding attention and respect. A single finger pressed to the Guard's armored chest in command. "[color=green]You will lead me to them. [b]Now.[/b][/color]" It was more of a statement of fact than a request, the sharp stare of her gaze daring him to refuse. After the moment had passed, the Deku lifted her pack and took hold of her walking stick. Pressing it to the Guard's back, she pushed him gently but firmly until he took the hint.

	Moving with adequate haste, the pair arrived at a house currently being used as a makeshift barracks. "[color=green]Thank you dearie. Please let your Captain know that I would like to speak to him after I am done.[/color]" Without giving her impromptu guide a chance to reply, she was entering the building, rifling through her now much emptier pack, looking for the medicines she always kept on hand for emergencies. The few militiamen milling about inside didn't look shocked to see Dekkori, but her demeanor drew their attention. One in the back beckoned her towards a door. The wounded were laid out on beds and cushions with various injuries. Some were only battered and bruised, others sported disfiguring injuries, and one poor young man had a horrific gash through his lower back. "[color=green]Goddesses above, why was I not told of this?![/color]" Dekkori gasped. Medicine in hand, she set to tending to the injured, worst first.