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[color=ee82ed]Race:[/color] Silver-Wolf Shifter
[color=ee82ed]Class:[/color]  Arcane Mystic
[color=ee82ed]Location:[/color]  Bar
[color=ee82ed]Interactions:[/color]  [@Funnyguy] Wendel (Miris)
Mentions: [@oso] Bastion, [@princess] Phia, 
[color=ee82ed]Equipment:[/color]
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🐾 Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow🐾white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued.
🐾Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs, sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate who holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved.
🐾Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked
🐾Small pouch of freshwater
🐾Sewing kit 
🐾Small tool kit 
🐾Small gold pouch 
🐾A partially started personal journal
🐾A personal dear drawing hidden on his person
Magical Purple Shard-Left Eye[/hider] 
[color=ee82ed]Attire:[/color]
[color=ee82ed]Gold Balance:[/color] 22
[color=ee82ed]Injuries:[/color]  Stabbed in left shoulder, minor stab on middle left side of body, minor cut on right shoulder, blood loss, possible internal hemarraging
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[color=silver]“Water… Water!” [/color]Wendel gave Menzai a firm nod. [color=silver]“Gears, I need water over here! The man’s throat is dryer than the Valenar dunes. Hurry, please!”[/color]

Confirming that Wendel understood what he needed at the time and allowed himself to relax, albeit partially, as the repositioning of his body had been left unfinished. The unexpected interruption, which was a result of the intrusion, was a matter to be thanked for, whether a good thing or not, and was a question only possible to answer in due time. 

The dwarf’s callused hands were gentle as feasible, and he offered no resistance; brief spurts of spasmic pain burned through him, then ebbed away along with the discomfort upon having his posture adjusted into a proper seating position. 

With it came ease of breathing, no longer feeling the pressure on his chest. Though inexperienced, Wendel’s aid had been swift and managed to stop the bleeding, removing the immediate danger, with his breathing stabilized. 
 
A slight intake of surprise upon feeling something hard and firm against his back, as if a sturdy wall or beam was placed against him.

[color=silver]“She’s bringing the water, but you need to save your strength. The enemy is gone, and Phia was lucky enough to be in the restroom during the attack. Everything is fine, my friend. We just have to lick our wounds and press on.”[/color]

The strange warmth of the sturdy wall and Wendel’s assuring words had it dawn on him what the dwarf had done. He had already done more than enough to help him; doing such a thing like this was wholly unexpected, certainly so from one met only minutes prior. 

Even more so to the wolf, who recalled how he had allowed his ‘bestial’ half out, much to his shame. A shame Wendel surely witnessed firsthand..how he..those that witnessed it might think. 

The dark thoughts might have spread in this vulnerable, tense state, were it not for his companion’s sturdy compassion despite the fact of his lapse. 

There was much Menzai wished to say, to tell Wendel how much he owed and appreciated him for helping in such a manner. Not many would risk helping an injured shifter; the fear of feral defensiveness being construed wasn't too uncommon.”[color=ee82ed] T-thank…y..you.[/color]” Was all he could manage, the words came out strained and tired...shaky with a somber softness seldom shown by the wolf.

And learning that the assailants were gone or no more flushed him with relief, while the lingering scent of blood in the air reminded him that lives were lost. A bitter taste of blood on the tongue with a sadness to the ache in his chest.*[b][color=ee82ed] Such lives needlessly lost. I’m thankful the threats are gone…[/color][/b]* He thought solemnly, his clawed fingers twitched against the creaking floorboards beneath him, feeling it rumble and groan in a way not too dissimilar to an injured beast. 

Listening to the ships rumbling cries as his right eye lifted skyward, blurry vision taking in the thin blazing streak’s crackling buzz, his brows knitting in concern.*[b][color=ee82ed] But, it seems danger is still present…the damages to the ship may not be too severe, but if the immense blast disrupted or damaged the elemental…[/color][/b].* 

Peering at the buzzing ring with furrowed brows before eventually shaking his head with a small sigh, seeing no need in fretting over the matter. This was something up to the staff, though he could only hope the elemental received some aid and repair, and quickly, if the ring and pained cries of the ship were any indicator. 

Not wanting to dwell on the dark possibility of the ship going down, the wolf turned his mind to Phia, aiming to put his mind at ease, that she had been safe in the bathroom, as Wendel pointed out. And there was Bastion, the warforged had seemingly gone to retrieve her from the snippets he had managed to catch, as well as the lack of his huge presence.

Soon. Any minute now, he would hear the warforge with the half-elf skipping and giggling along; all well and some silly story to explain the long trip. Yet, the dull throbbing ache he had felt at the back of his head still throbbed dully; a harrowing reminder of the dread that had followed in its wake. 

Closing his remaining eye, the wolf forced himself to focus on his breathing and on the thought that Phia was safe; anything else, he knew, threatened to have the building panic and unease nestling within to overtake him with unpleasant, possible scenarios. 

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