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Yvonne was mostly content on listening. Aaron's there to kill them, and had always been planning to. She had suspected as much but it's nice to have confirmation. Kinda fucked up how the constable of the goddamn capital was involved in attempted assassination though. Aaron was kinda dull, but he's not completely dumb-

"Hold up, hold up, one second. Admiral? You talking about bloody Silas Delving?" The younger brother may had been a mediocre disappointment, but Silas was anything but. He was the perfect man in all aspect, loyalty included. Supposedly. Yvonne sighed. In a way, that made sense. Aaron was nowhere near bold or competent enough to even attempt this shit, even with the entire constabulary supporting him. "...man, this is why I hate politic." The implication was a rather bitter pill to swallow.

She had met Silas once before, when she was much younger. Still vice-admiral at the time. Yvonne may had developed some teeny tiny lil bit of crush on him despite the age gap. But hey, that's perfectly normal alright! Who wouldn't?!

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"...just how many of you are there?" Reinhold's gaze shifted from Matilda to the talking bear and the unnerving old man before returning to Matilda. The amount of intruders seemed to increase every time and they're all very much interested in Birk's killer. "Wait, no. They did something at the royal forest, didn't they? And now you're looking for them."

Probably would've arrived at that conclusion earlier, had he not be completely sleep-deprived.

"Had no chance to get close. They're alert at all times. Think they've got a short prisoner. I've tracked them to... somewhere. A small village with a lord's fort overlooking it. Around northwest, two days on foot travel from here. Ain't know the name of the place, ne'er been that far out before. But I can make it back." He blinked twice at the mention of Gerhard. "Old Gerhard should be at his farm. He hardly ever leave anymore these days. Why?"

Meanwhile, Bertolf and Ingmar was completely taken by the offer of food. They glanced at each other, at Reinhold, before back to Cedar and nodded almost too eagerly. "Food? We could use some food, aye! Ain't gotten much ta eat this week. Prey's very poor, I tell ya! All dem' peat harvesters scarin' away the animals!"

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"A sling will do in the short term." Setting it up would be a bit complicated with one-hand, but doable. Yvonne set to do just that, slowly rolling the thing around the back of her neck and to the injured arm. "Another pair of hand would be great, but not necessary. Just give me a few minutes."

It's not something that require much focus, really, so she could still chat up and whatnot. Now that she got a closer look on Sparky, the boss was much paler than earlier this morning. Everyone's banged up good, eh?

"So, what's our plan going forward? Aaron will turn the city inside out to find us." A brief glance flickered to the hidden hand. A bit too late for that, Yvonne already got an eyeful during blindy's treatment. "We're not in a good shape for another fight."

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Yvonne watched the treatment with some interest, a bit disappointed that it actually went well. Oh well, blind girl hated Sparky the most somehow as if she knew who landed the killing blow on that prick Gerralt so if anyone's getting offed first that would be her. Small comfort if the rest of the party would be next, but still. Better than none.

"Think it's faster to list out what doesn't, yeah?" The mercenary quipped with a lopsided grin. "If I got to pick though, left shoulder broke. I think it's the collarbone. Need to get out of this mail and bandage it good." Ribs broke too, but that'll heal by itself just fine. Shoulder break needed proper bandaging or it'll heal wrong.

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Reinhold woke with a jolt, struggling wildly as words washed past like fine brush before his brain registered it five seconds later. Then he stopped struggling, though he did glared at Matilda with enough intensity to set dried wood on fire. Thin line between bravery, stupidity, and plain old running out of fucks to give, but it's probably easy to tell which one's taking hold.

"...I fell asleep again, huh?" He clicked his tongue. "Damn it. Put me down."

The two other hunters were cowering even more in the corner when a freaking bear out of all thing came strolling through the door, though the terror quickly was replaced with wondrous bafflement as the bear speak with some thick hick accent. Enough to temporarily form some coherent answer.

"Uh, Gerhard would be the farm owner. e's old as heck, more wrinkle than man." One chirped. "This one's Ingmar. I'm Bertolf. The one the dame holdin' up there is Reinhold."

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Just grasping the vial shot a jolt of agony up her arm, but Yvonne gritted her teeth and bear the pain. Cant use her left arm, but she just brought it to her mouth and bit the cork off before draining the content. Then she let the arm return to neutral position, the simple motion made grueling by the all-encompassing pain throughout her very being.

It worked quickly. Felt like the liquid elixir started melting in even before she swallowed, tasting as foul as she remembered. Her condition... improved. Moving was definitely on the table now, though if she forced it right away she'll collapse in ten steps and be worse than where she started. Muscles need resting after usage, whether working out or active fighting. The potion dramatically cut down the initial period, but she still shouldn't move much for a while.

"Not the best time to be compassionate here, Sparky." Kindness to an enemy was cruelty to one's allies. "Hope you know what you're doing. Even if Edgy here can block spellcasting, she's one of the strongest mage I've ever seen."

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"Oh hey, is that a potion? Gimme one and I should be back on my feet within the hour." The bottle was a bit different than what Yvonne's used to but the color was familiar. Come to think of it, she left hers with the medkit in the other inn. What a blunder. Hopefully she got the time to swing by to pick up her luggage soon. Nothing too important in there, but she'd rather not go grocery shopping to replace everything because she's been missing for too long and they toss out the bag.

"...who let that guy live?" At the rousing of the soldier, Yvonne glanced annoyedly at the group. Not particularly threatened though - any one of them should be able to deal with him easily. "You're lucky I cant move right now. Go to the corner and pretend you're a rock or something."

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Yvonne's eyes flickered down, first to the little tube placed in her hand and then the thermos. She made no other movement as she replied, completely deadpan. "Well I'd love to help but I literally cant move a finger right now." It's not apparent with the hauberk and gambeson and undershirt on the way, but she's got more bruise than not. Come to think of it, taking off the damn thing will be such a pain with her broken shoulder, dead gods. The next few days gonna suck so bad.

"Left shoulder's busted, broke some ribs too. But the rest should heal in a week or two." She plainly stated to the fox, downplaying it maybe a bit. "I should regain some mobility tonight. Tomorrow morning at the latest. Be in your care until then, yeah?"

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What the.

Aww shit.

That was Yvonne's last thought as her body just failed her, adrenaline completely vacating her system resulting in an instant and immediate crash. The mercenary blacked out, didn't even felt the impact until she sort of regained consciousness a few seconds later - face uncomfortably in the dirt, barely being able to twitch a muscle.

And oh, everything fucking hurt like it's on fire.

"Owowow, easy on the shoulder-"

Someone came for her soon after, it's the adventurer guy. The man brought her next to Sparky and left her there, not really much of an improvement but at least she's not stuck face-down on the dirt anymore. still cant move for shit though. The debt's being paid with interest, probably wont be able to move again anytime soon.

At least she's alive.

"Hey boss. Doing good?" A cackle escaped Yvonne's lips as their condition was nowhere even close to "good", the laughter cutting off prematurely from the pain. She suppressed a wince as her attention redirected to the blind mage still gurgling on the ground. "She ain't dead yet. Would be a lot safer to finish her off, yeah?"

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Been so many bloody years since Yvonne got battered this bad. Not even getting tail-slapped by a lindwurm ruined her day to this extent. Her shoulder burned with pain, too much to ignore, as a buckshot of concrete launched in her general direction. She twisted alongside the magical impact, minimizing herself as a target as she covered her head with her working arm as best as she could, but it was still. Well. Unpleasant would be an understatement.

The hit was... right arm and sides, mostly. Wasn't quite sure. Everything's hurt so what's another ache on top?

The mercenary could feel darkness creeping in at the edge of her vision. Ah, there it comes. She had borrowed a bit too much, push her body too far that willpower can no longer keep it standing, and now the debtor came to collect. Would be nice to just fall unconscious for a few days, but no.

"Fuck that was bad." She'd laugh, but her chest hurt so bad just from breathing. "Someone check on Sparky there. That's a lot of blood."

She shook her head, steadying before taking slow and steady steps to reclaim her sword from where it fell near the pillar. Left arm hung limply and she's favoring her left leg, but she still moved anyway. One step after another, toward the blind mage that very nearly killed them all. Sparky had shot her, but double-tap on dangerous enemies was something perfectly sensible to do. Beheading probably wasn't an option in Yvonne's current state, but she could cut the throat. That'll have to do.