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Miquella moves over to Ser Dorian and without a word pulls out a potion from his back to hand to him. “Ser Dorian, I’m here to help. You need to take a break. Please take this and drink. It will heal even the most critical wounds. This should help some.” Miquella assess the room to obtain a good understanding of what is to come. He moves his necklace to the outside of his clothes and then ensures his focus is by his side. Lastly he grips his staff as he takes a breath.

Dorian takes the potion. "Ah. Miquella! Thank you." He pops the cork on the bottle and downs it. Then he shakes himself and nods. "I can rest later. My men need me now. Thank you for that. It'll help me take care of some more of the wounded." He points towards the female knight. "Lady Gloria is doing her best to keep those soldiers alive. They need more healing than I can provide. If you could see to them, I would be very grateful."

Miquella nods and quickly heads to Lady Gloria. He sees the group of soldiers and assess the injuries as she quickly tends to their wounds. He kneels down next to one of the Knights and moves his hand lightly over his wounds. Miquella closes his eyes, and quietly thinks ‘Guide me in helping them. Give me strength.’ Miquella once more holds his fist close to his chest and speaks an incantation, “I call upon the plane of light to grant me the divine light of healing” he moves his fist away from his chest and opens it to reveal a orb of light. He moves the orb into the knights chest and channels the energy. After a few seconds the heals on his body begin to close. Relief begins to set into his face as the pain of his previous wounds subside. Once all of his wounds close Miquella removes the now smaller orb from the knights chest. Before the knight can acknowledge what has just occurred Miquella moves to the next Knight Lady Gloria is helping tend. Once the knights Lady Gloria were tending have fully healed Miquella looks at here. “I can help more I just need your help please. I need as many people in a five foot circle where I can be in the middle. I can utilize a particular spell four times, so the more in the circle the better.” He looks at her calmly waiting for a response.

Lady Gloria stands and begins arranging cots and people into a circle for Miquella. Those who are able to are standing while they do their best to hold up there companions so they can fit as many people as possible in the circle. Once everyone is settled, Lady Gloria nods.

"They are ready for-"

Suddenly the front door of the embassy bursts open and a female wearing a red tunic and brown pants with shoulder length brown hair steps inside and puts her hands on her hips. "WHERE'S MY- Oh."

The young woman stops mid sentence as she sees the state of things. Stepping up beside her in blood spotted clothes is Kalil. He looks around and immediately reaches for the pouch on his hip.

"Shit." Kalil says as he pulls out a handful of vials. He rushes passed the woman with him and to the nearest injured person, he helps them sit up and drink the potion.

"Charlotte?" Dorian stands up from his place beside one of his knights and quirks an eyebrow. "What are you-?"

Charlotte rolls up the sleeves of her tunic and steps forward. "You and I need to talk, Dad but first, let me help." She takes up a spot near Miquella with the few that couldn't fit into his circle and gets to work healing them.

When the newcomers burst through the door Miquella, but for a moment glances behind him to see who it could be. Once he sees Kalil his posture relaxes. As Charlotte moves next to him to aid those not in the circle Miquella looks at her but for a moment and begins to make his way to the middle of the circle. “I need you all to bear with me for just a moment.” Miquella closes his eyes and in a now familiar motion lifts his hand to the sky. He extends one finger to a point and inhales. When he exhales he speaks and incantation, “The healing rays of light shine upon us.” On the final syllable light begins to extend from his finger. The soldiers wounds in the circle begin to close. What would normally take multiple potion or spells is taken care of in a short moment. As the wounds close and soldiers no longer struggle to stand due to pain. They begin to separate enough for Miquella to move to the next group perform the same action. Miquella repeats the process three additional times healing as many who can stay in the circle. He looks to Lady Gloria, “I still have some more energy left in me. Lead me to those who are most critical now and I can get to work.” He glances over to Kalil and Charlotte to see what they are doing. Miquella falters only slightly at the use of energy.

Sir Gloria nods to him. "Over here." She leads him to the corner where Charlotte is working.

"I call upon the plane of light to heal your wounds." Charlotte says as she transfers a ball of white light into the knight in front of her, healing their wounds.

In her corner there are several more knights on cots that are unconscious but a majority of the wounded seem to be healed. Charlotte glances up at Miquella as he steps close to her area.

"Those few over there are stable but I haven't had a chance to get to them yet." She moves on to her next patient. "I'm Charlotte by the way."

Sir Gloria also heads over and gets to work suturing the wounds on one of her fellow knights.