Forsetidale’s injured

Miquella wakes up with the bags under his eyes gone. He steps out of the guild of light and begins walking to the Forsetidale embassy unmasked with both favors showing. He looks at the city in its current state and sighs. He makes his way to the embassy door and knocks in hopes to get attention to whoever is inside.

The door to the embassy flies open, knocking Miquella back.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry!"

A hand reaches out to steady Miquella as a small group of Knights steps out of the embassy. The knight who opened the door waves on three of the knights so they continue on their way, seemingly on a mission, but they nod to Miquella as they pass.

The remaining knight keeps hold of Miquella's shoulder until he seems steady on his feet. "I am so sorry about that. Are you okay?"

The sounds from inside the embassy filter out into the street. Moaning and groaning can be heard as well as various voices giving orders.

Miquella balances himself and takes a breath. He peeks behind the knight to see what is happening inside. “Yes, I am okay…I have actually came to assist with your injured.” He says blankly without expression looking at the knight and then sheepishly away. “My name is Miquella by the way. I am a member of the guild of light.”

The Knight steps back from Miquella and gives him a deep bow. "I've heard of you, Miquella. I've heard you have been going around and tending to the wounded. Thank you." He straightens and smiles. "Ser Thomas. It's a great pleasure to meet you, Miquella." He gestures to the inside of the embassy. "We do have many wounded. I am on my way to replace some of those on patrol but you are welcome inside. Knightmaster Dorian is inside as well. I'm sure he'll be glad for the help."

Miquella forcefully smiles and slightly bows back, “Thank you Ser Thomas for allowing me in. I will ask the Kightmaster where I should begin. Please do not let me hold you up from your duties.” Miquella makes his way inside the embassy and looks around. He looks for the Kightmaster and then glances at Ser Thomas.

Ser Thomas nods. "Thank you." And then dashes off to catch up with his comrades.

Inside, there are wounded on cots and the floor. There are a few knights walking around and tending to the wounded. You see one knight grimace as he lays hands on an injured knight who's wounds begin to fade while they in turn appear on him. Another is walking around and handing potion bottles to any who are conscious enough to accept. Yet another, a female knight, is bandaging up one of her brothers in arms.

Standing amongst the wounded talking to another knight is Ser Dorian. He is not wearing his armor and is instead in a blood soaked blue tunic with black pants. His sword and blood spattered favor hang from his belt. There are dark rings under the knights blue eyes and he looks a little paler than usual.

"I just sent Ser Thomas off with the others to replace Ser Michael's squad. Get more bandages and sutures ready. I'm sure we'll need them." He then bends down and lays hands on a knight who is groaning and thrashing gently on a cot. "That's an order! Get moving!"

The knight he was speaking with "Yes Sir's" and runs off into a back room. Dorian winces as he takes that soldiers wounds onto himself but the knight on the cot finally stops thrashing and lays still.