[h3]Yanin, basement inside Fadewatcher station, Borstown[/h3]
Looking over the dead presumed attackers, Yanin would find that most of them did not seem to carry much on them besides a scabbard for a missing sword, an empty quiver or a sheathed dagger on their hip or calf. Two of the six dead did each have a small pouch tied to their belts. Upon checking their contents, he would find that one contained four rodlin and the other seven rodlin.

Unfortunately it did not appear that any of them had any other clues on them. In fact, with how little they had on them, it seemed very likely that they did not bring everything they had to Borstown and likely had somewhere else that they left the rest of their things.

[h3]Jordan, outside the Fadewatcher station, Borstown[/h3]
The girl nodded her head vigorously in affirmative. “Most of the time he gives people drinks that taste bad but makes them heal really fast, but sometimes he does magic, too!”
The older boy nodded his head in agreement, though less enthusiastically so. “Bren was our healer. He knew some alchemy and could do arcane healing, too.”

[h3]Madara, main room inside Fadewatcher station, Borstown[/h3]
The Fadewatchers – both the seemingly intact one and the wounded ones – made no attempt to stop Madara and immediately cooperated with her without question. It was clear that these were desperate people, and that the two who seemed mostly healthy still had tried their best, but were immensely relieved to hand off the responsibility of treating the wounded to someone better suited to the task than themselves.

The slashed shoulder, upon closer examination, had received a deep cut across the side and front of the shoulder almost exactly at the joint. The bleeding seemed to be under control and his life out of danger, but she would know enough that without expert treatment – and ideally magical healing – this man might never regain the full use of his arm.

[h3]Irah, inside the Fadewatcher station, Borstown[/h3]
The Fadewatcher Irah examined barely even seemed to register her presence, his eyes staring off into space, unfocused and erratic. He babbled quietly to himself, seemingly delirious but also clearly in intense pain.

Checking the wound beneath the head-bandage, she found that the scalp had indeed been lacerated, though she would recognize that it was the type of injury caused by blunt force trauma rather than a bladed strike. The wound had almost completely stopped bleeding already, however, and it seemed as though the skull itself might be relatively intact. She would recognize that the more serious part of this injury was likely concussive force to the brain.

Healing brain damage through mundane or magical means was tricky under the best of circumstances, Irah knew, and she recognized that this would definitely be the kind of injury where divine healing would be a major boon. Knowing the process required for this healing to occur, Irah would place a hand so that there was skin-to-skin contact with the patient, upon which she felt the angel currently residing inside her shift its attention toward the Fadewatcher.
[I]“Poor thing,”[/I] Kinder's gentle voice said compassionately in Irah's head. [I]“Though my Lady can't answer your prayers, I will do my best in her stead. Receive Reina's mercy.”[/I]
Irah would feel the familiar sense of the divine spirit inhabiting her body flare up and suddenly get even hotter than it had been before, painfully so, as divine energy radiated from the angel, through Irah's body and into the wounded man. A faint white light could be seen where Irah and the Fadewatcher's skin touched, though no other immediate signs of magical healing could be seen: the head-wound did not close in the least, nor did any of his other minor injuries. Kinder knew to focus on what mattered and minimize the amount of divine taint she exposed both the patient and Irah to.

After a couple of seconds the Fadewatcher suddenly started blinking his eyes rapidly as he stopped babbling, suddenly seemed to shake and convulse as if having a fit, only for him to calm back down again as abruptly as it had started but a second later. He inhaled deeply and opened his eyes, only to swiftly find Irah's gaze and meet it with his own.
“M'lady,” he muttered through trembling lips, a desperate smile curving his lips as tears started to well in his eyes. “Thank you.”
As Irah removed her hand, the skin she had touched would be reddened and irritated, but otherwise healthy. She would know that this meant she had already exposed this man to an amount of divine taint that bordered on the unhealthy, but that in doing so she had likely mended what would have been permanent damage.