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Well, shiiit. Nina could only hope that there's really nothing illegal going on, she didn't want to implicate Father into this. But what choice did she have? She cant just let the girl waste away out there in that indecent piece that barely qualified as clothing. Her morality wouldn't allow that.

"Yes, I'll have it prepared. I think I can find some of my spare clothes, will be too long on the sleeves but better than. That." Warming the water would take some time though. Nina glanced at the bear, who so far sounds very much like a decent man. But cant just trust first impressions. "No funny business while I'm gone, understood?" She mustered her everything to sound as menacing as she could, even if the end result was practically akin to an angy kitten. Still a long way to emulate Father, she suppose.

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Nina's mask of professionalism was quickly cracked by increasing amount of worry as the explanation rolled, feeling that this was way way way beyond her pay grade. Gosh, and to think that Father was away. Like, what was she supposed to say to this?! Good gods. Okay, calm down. Deep breath, calm down.

"Of course! Uh, one of the single room should do. At the corner, as far away from the noises." Relatively speaking anyway. The walls was nowhere near thick enough for soundproofing. "I hope nothing illegal is going here, ser? I dont want to get into trouble."

The tray was placed on the counter, something that her father would get really cross at under normal circumstances but Nina was sure he'll understand for this one. Carefully making her way to the girl, who on closer look was even younger than she was, Nina's face scrunched with worry at the sight.

"Will you, like, carry her? Should I help?"

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Busy busy busy! There's around a dozen or so people there, and that number required proportionally large amount of food. The cauldron at the back never stopped boiling, but it would still take some time for the new ingredients to be cooked. Just about everything that could be served on the go had been taken out. It's a good thing that there seemed to be no commotion just yet, but Nina knew how rowdy mercenaries could be.

"Ah, of course ser!" She answered before taking a good look at the caller, her eyes proceed to widen in amazement at the talking bear. She never quite saw one so close, it's difficult to visualize how big they actually were. Up until today, that is. "How may I assist you?"

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For one particular Nina, the day was looking to be another dreary one. Everyone in the village had their own lodging, while travelers were scarce. Thus it was to her great surprise when what looked like an entire mercenary company came in, immediately making themselves comfortable in the dining-slash-common area. Though on a closer look, they were even more colorful than average. Not like she had seen many, but there's plenty that passed by for one reason or another over the years.

"Of course, ma'am!" The girl quickly agreed, collecting the lump payment in advance. "It's two silver per person per day, this covers the room and three standard meals. You have some excess here but if your group need some extra services we'll deduce from it and you can collect the change when you check out." Polite, clear, and professionally done. It may just be a humble inn in an out of the way little village, but Nina was taught well. "Fa- the owner is out of town, have been for some time but I'll relay your message. For now, would you like some food or drink?"

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"Silver linings and all, eh?" Chortled the mercenary with amusement. "What does not kill me is going to die. Hah!"

Treatment continue. Breath in to the maximum, hold it, and... that's one side done, huh. Very efficient. Old boss would pay through his nose to have Cedar in the company, instead of the couple of borderline quacks that sometimes couldn't even distinguish a break from dislocation. Breath out, breath in, hold. And it's done. A big meal and a night rest and Yvonne would be back in tip top shape.

"He did. He got... I dunno, actually. Any other man would've died a dozen times over, he fell into the sewer's aqueduct and we couldn't find him. But he ain't no man. More like a golem, I guess? Probably will show up again in a while. Shame he couldn't make it here, he's tough as iron."

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"It'll heal by tomorrow. You should look after the others first at least." Sparky's hand got some nasty wound, for one. A crippling one as far as fighting was concerned. That need fixing over just about anything else, her firepower was insane.

Yvonne looked impassively at the hood for a few seconds before relenting and bit down. A correct decision, considering what happened next. It hurt like a motherfucker, but she resisted the urge to yank the limb back. Cedar moved with purpose, and whatever he's doing it felt right. And also way too long, but eh. Still shorter than natural healing. She'd take a bout of hurt if it returned her to the field at tip top shape immediately.

"Do I look like I've got a choice? Didn't even bring the right set of arms." Would've dragged a nice wide spear otherwise. Testing the shoulder for a bit, it was a pleasant surprise to find it actually slightly limber than before. Or maybe it's just her feelings, but the healing was done well. "Thanks for the patch up. Anyway, that girl? Born to be a mage. Wave a hand and toss me like a tumbleweed, throws explosion all over the place. Good thing she's inexperienced, if she's got combat training at all we'd be dead."

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"Seems that we've got the shorter end of the stick, eh?" Yvonne cackled for two short seconds before chest pain stopped her in her track. "Well, whole story I'll just leave it for boss to tell. Part by part I can explain better." Her eyes flickered curiously as Cedar did his whatever magic, figuring out the extent of the injuries without even touching. Huh, cool stuff. Better than most healers she had ever worked with.

"Me, it was mostly a different bear-man. Bit bigger and older than you, if I reckon? Not a great experience, I tell you." Her entire equipment was geared to deal with humans, not oversized behemoth. "Shoulder was that girl over there. She's done in Sparky too. Ain't even sure why we've got her along." She would've shrug here, but it's kinda hard with a busted shoulder. "Dunno her name."

The innkeeper came with hurried stride from the back room, carrying trays of various bread, cheese, and cold cuts. It was deposited on the tables before disappearing just as fast, some echo of orders to start baking more breads could be heard. Yvonne casually nabbed a bread, which turned out much softer than expected.

She bit into it with relish.

"Just fix the shoulder and ribs if you can." She tapped the clavicle with her bread, swollen and quite obviously broken to a trained eye. "The rest will heal by tomorrow or so." Juuust gotta eat a lot.

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The reunion of the investigation crews was... really, not all that grand. No fanfare, no lightshow, only muddy ground under the beautiful midmorning sun. Both halves had swelled in size despite the departure of one particular individual, but the more apparent difference since their last meeting was the various state of injuries on Jazdia's team while Matilda's crew was more or less unscratched. There's... more than a few words that needed exchanging, it looked like.

Probably not here though. The size of the group was attracting the eyes of the farmhand that Cedar and Solomon made a deal with earlier, currently starting some fire in a newly dug pit while two other farmhand and a young woman was busy peeling and chopping various ingredients into huge buckets next to them. The first farmhand waved at them.

"Whoa, there's a lot of ya! An' 'ere I thought mistah' bear would be eating all this 'imself. Ah! I see ya've gotten acquintances wif' our hunter neighbors."

A few bouts of pleasantries later, the party left the farm and gathered into the local inn which thankfully was empty for the day. The dining area was big enough for them to be seated, and after a generous helping of coins was exchanged the previously sleepy innkeeper went off the back to prepare for food and drinks.

Now would be a good time to exchange reports.

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"Huh? Oh, it is a heirloom I guess. Probably enchanted for sharpness and durability but beside that it's just your standard sword. Er, thanks?" Yvonne wouldn't like losing the thing, it's the only thing she had ever got her hands on that was damn near indestructible even when abused with her insane strength. But it's not as important as Edgy implied. Well, he can think whatever he wanted.

Later, in the hidden armoury...

"Yeah, I wont be in this bad of a shape if I had one today. Suit yourself, but I'll not recover anytime soon." That being said, she's not shy enough to refuse a show of goodwill like that. Who knows, maybe it'll get useful earlier than expected. Pity they couldn't grab a couple of the polearm, but everyone's completely beat up already. No need to get more unnecessary weight.

"I didn't so much choose as I was assigned." Answered the soldier, a bit more relaxed that he wasn't in an immediate threat of violent death. "I mean, I could refuse an assignment but there's no merit to it. Well, it looked like there's no merit to it." He spoke with a hint of regret, thinking back to a number of squadmates that laid dead by the sewer. It was doubtful if their corpses would be collected soon, if at all.

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There's an unexpected offer from the normally quiet foreigner. Yvonne raised an eyebrow at the man before grinning, taking up his arm to help her stand and lean on. That's better. What pride? If you're injured you should act like it, yeah? Anyway.

"Just a sec, need to collect my sword."

It had fallen nearby when she faceplanted earlier. On inspection it's as sharp as ever - good craftmanship. Probably unnatural, too. She wouldn't know, she ain't a mage. But Yvonne certainly made a good use out of it.

The trip was mostly done in silence, the mercenary stepped on a random skeleton that crumbled and inwardly hoped that Sparky wouldn't get them lost. Cant really tell until it's too late, but at least their leader looked confident. They moved on, one step after the other, and at the sight of the makeshift armoury Yvonne let out a long whistle.

"Damn, that's some good shit they've got down here." Make one wonder why the dumbfuck they crushed at the entrance earlier this morning only had makeshift bludgeons when there's entire arsenal of military-grade weapons here. Enough to arm an entire army. "Dont mind if I do, heh."

If she's in better condition Yvonne would've grabbed a whole bunch of the stuff, but as it stood she only nabbed a nice replacement mace for her old one. Hey, waste not want not. She'll get a nice good use out of it.