[color=f49ac2][centre][H2]Daphne[/H2][/centre][/color] [color=f49ac2][centre][H3]Infimary[/H3][/centre][/color] [color=f49ac2][centre][H3] Mye head hurts... Alot. [/H3][/centre][/color] Daphne head felt like a drum had been beating on it and then an ice troll used her as a punching bag. She did not remember much why and her eyes hurt to even open them at the present, barely able to register her limbs as she began to feel she had least got all her limbs intact. The last she recalled was gadez, his talking, her swords. The jail then a wall of heat and nothing else. Everything else went blank and even that was fuzzy and like looking through fog. The sounds about her did not make sense and it smelt of potions… people, and like when she got hurt in training. She barely cracked her eyes open before closing them and curling into the tough blankets, it took several minutes and blinding mental pain before she could look out fuzzily to see an infirmary still foggy. She must have really taken a heavy hit to end up here. Gear laid before her and someone had removed her outer armour already, under layers and a blanket keeping her warm near a brazier. … Meanwhile outside. Hearing the news made his blood thunder, it was a dangerous job but this stank of rank amateur hours. A man escaped the guarded bloody jail , beat the anti magic wards… his squire. Oh this was personal, she was of his household and this Gadez, he had beaten his Squire but he was a far more experienced soldier and much more refined I using his abilities. Daphne was still mastering hers fully, he had no such issue. He had seen her carried into the hospital, she protected the Royals but what the hell? Did they have any sense of danger? [color=6ecff6]"I want that man's head, find the fucker. Lords fucking luxury, that sun shaggers head is mine."[/color] Lord Coswain growled great sword out and resting in his hand having picked up a additional weapon from their cart. A one handed warhammer rested at his hip and a brutal short hand axe on the other side instead of his normal daggers. … Meanwhile Daphne was trying to force her brain to at least be able to get up, her first attempt after the blast of fire had resulted in blinding pain. She had definitely hit her head and recalled the ground had likely been frozen hard near the jail. Armour as great at taking some of the energy out of an impact but it did not remove the fact you still got hit, she was alive but wow did she feel like a troll punched her. [color=f49ac2]“You alright Pri….”[/color] Daphne said half as her violet eyes scanned the room remembering she was in hospital and the others had likely got out or been far further away from the blast that had taken her out. That much was clear. If she had stepped into him she would likely be worse off. [color=f49ac2]“Oww…”[/color] She had tried to lift her head again.. she probably would be here for a few hours till she could stand up without falling or so without help. [color=f49ac2]“Bloody shoddy Aurelian jails.”[/color], Daphne grumbled as she got uncomfortable in the rather spartan conditions, Inn or not…Sya really had made the most out of a bad situation and the Eye was remarkably comfortable for such a far flung outpost. Honestly, right now she was bloody hungry too… She had been heading for a meal when she planned to leave and walked into that mess… Why was it always Daphne? Why? Her stomach grumbled as the Squire sighed. Insult to injury.