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[b]Time:[/b] [color=E594FF]Morning[/color]
[b]Location:[/b] [color=E594FF]Port Vanarosa[/color]
[b]Mentions:[/b] [color=E594FF]Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos], Amisra [@Tae], Arlen [@Silverpaw], and the Thugs [@princess][/color]
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320 amas, Red-hilted dagger, Leather armor, compass, fancy spyglass, and a cloak
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Tanithil scoffed as the leader ran off with his figurative tail between his legs. Not too far off was the big brute-like orc who was surprisingly quick to run off. [color=magenta]"Get in line, then. Got loads of blokes who are rushin to off me now adays!"[/color] He yelled at them as they turned the corner. He then took a more serious stock of the results of their scuffle. Arlen stood above them looking down with what looked like rather mild injuries, so he assumed the fairy was dead or ran off with the others. Ismael looked a bit shaken up, and reasonabley so. Tanithil saw the gun jam, and wasn't sure what he would have or could have done in the event that a bullet found its way towards Ismael.

He gave a gesture towards the man, his fingers curling into the trademark "ok" symbol everyone knows with two fingers forming an "o" and the other 3 pointing upward. [color=magenta]"Good first tussle, Ismael. We gotta work on that dodge work, maybe get you to make a shield or some sort of smoke screen with your magic but..."[/color] As he had spoke, Tanithil's gaze wandered over the rest of the back alley. There was the dead elf still leaking blood all over the stone walkway and the sight where Amisra had just been forcefully shoved into a wall. Several cracks lined the brick and even looked like parts of the building were beginning to buckle under the impact. But it was when his gaze fell on Amisra herself that Tanithil's foolhardy demeanor came fullstop.

He rushed to the unconscious woman's side and quickly looked her over. He began to realize the magic he had placed around her had practically shattered under the weight of the orc's strike. He had hardly noticed the faint return of his shield spell to his mana pool amidst the chaos. Panic swept through him as he checked Amisra's body for bodily injury. A cursory inspection revealed no fatal wounds or fractures, but he could see very little with his naked eye. His arms snuck under her back and legs, hands cupping her body as he lifted her up. He turned to look at the duo, and silently wondered where in the hells their captain had wandered off to. He swung his head to the side as if to point with it and shouted to the both of them. [color=magenta]"I gotta take her back to the ship. You both can come with or keep looking on the town, but she's hurt and I ain't letting anything else happen to her. Arlen you're officially on guard duty."[/color] With that he ran off in the direction of the ship as he rushed to treat any injuries his dear friend may have sustained in the fight.
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Tanithil looks around the alleyway and sees that the thugs are either dead, dying, or running off. He notices Arlen and Ismael look rather okay and then begins to worry once he sees Amisra's unconscious state. He quickly scoops her up and tells Arlen to guard Ismael while he treats Amisra on the ship. They can either continue exploring the town or join them on the ship.
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