Returning to the orc settlement…

Borba smiles warmly. "We could use some help gathering herbs and vegetables for the dinner tonight. Some of our crop was affected by the plague and crushed in the attack but not everything died. We're scavenging what we can to feed the village and the soldiers protecting us."

As they speak, the children begin taking their game in a wider circle to include Saige. One of them bumps into Saige and stumbles back.

"S-sorry, miss." The little green skinned orc girl with pig tails smiles sheepishly at Saige.

"Apologies for Reya. She is clumsy." Borba jerks her head and the children go back to playing. "You could always play with the children too. They could use the distraction while we rebuild."

Saige grins and says, “I can do that! I have so many good games we can play.”

She spends several hours playing with the children, helping to gather plants whenever there is a break. She repeats the process over the next several days, helping out as much as she can. She is saddened by the loss of so many of the orcs, but tries to stay hopeful for the future of the settlement…

A few hours past and Miquella and Storm approach on horse back to the village. Miquella is adorn in full attire and shows his favors of the Guild of Light and Selena. Storm rides long side him adorn with the Guild of Light favor as they enter the village. Miquella looks around to see a draconian soldier, "I need to see the wounded please. Both the soliders and the orcs." Miquella says in a warm gentle tone.

Storm remains silent as the Draconian soldier at the edge of the village turns and leads them both inside after examining their favors. As they pass through the village, they see a few of the homes are being repaired and there are a couple of funeral pyres burning as they lay their dead to rest.

The soldier takes them to a tent that appears to have been set up rather quickly, made of sturdy burlap and thick poles of wood. It has no singular entrance but stands wide open to the outside making it easy for the soldiers who can heal to move around and get to the next injured being.

Some Orcs are being first aided, wrapping wounds in tight bandages and suturing thick cuts. There are two soldiers going around the tent healing the more seriously injured. They are covered in dirt and blood, and sweat drips down their face as they work in the muggy evening air.

Storm hops off the horse back when they reach the tent and goes to stand at the edge of the tent. "I can first aid anyone who doesn't need immediate attention, Guildmaster. Just let me know what you'd like me to do."

The soldier who lead them in turns on his heels and leaves.

As word spreads through the village of the Guildmaster’s arrival, Saige searches through the camp to find him. As she approaches the tent, she spots Miquella and tackles him with a hug.

“Miquella! You’re here!” She grins, then notices Storm. “Hi Storm! You have the same favor as Miquella now! Are you staying at the guild?”

Miquella returns the hug. “I am here to help.” He looks to Storm. “Go head and help those with lesser wounds. If you come across anyone with sever wounds please get me. We need to get started.”