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The sudden and abrupt end to the chaotic baying of wolfmen and the clashing of steel against claw was as unsettling as when the madness first began. The central campfire crackled in the night, the blaze ignorant to the battle that occured around it, embers floating into the night sky. A platinum blonde head poked out from behind the Rex, where she had taken cover. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the aggressive foes had been neutralized - for now.
Stepping out into the open, she scanned the carnage and disarray. Seeing Zimran still hiding inside the carriage was certainly… something. Then again, the man was just shouting things are bestial werewolves and actually distracting the frenzied monsters. Bards are freaking strange, man.
The new priest seemed to continue to stand vigilant, unfazed by the berserking force that ambushed them. No, this Euron Sand person was quite capable from how potently he handled his divine magics. That was saying something for one such as Catriona, who generally did not think much of such things. It's not science! “Mister Sand, umm...you do excellent... work. Thank you for coming along. Oh, is there a title... something?” she says, attempting to breech her reflexive timidity.
(http://78.media.tumblr.com/244a796bc994d6944576c4431cad2161/tumblr_inline_ou7amnhs6y1tqkjdk_250.gif)Her lips formed a grim line as she noticed the wounds and blood upon Westra and Wolfe; it was difficult to discern how much of it was theirs. “I can try to test it, but I don’t have prior exposure to the ailment. Given that it correlates to the lunar cycle, I would guess it is a curse. There are rumors that some are, however, born with it.”
“Maybe Mister Ibanez has heard something through the Harpers? Between us three, we should be able to come to some conclusions...” she seemed eager to help, despite looking tired and missing her glasses. The assumption was that if the priest, the scientist and the lore bard put their heads together, they could figure it out. Help actions!
“It would probably be wise to re-secure the area and bind the...um.. survivors. I don’t know if my manacles will hold them. We also have rope.” The doctor retrieves both from the back of the wagon and sets it down in the middle of camp.
She looks towards the horses, one injured ; all three likely spooked “Umm.. Mister Wolfe.. could you ..help calm them or something? It would not be ideal if they ran off with… everything.” Terrible with animals (and people!), she figured the half-orc was likely best suited to that matter…
The doctor also uses the magic Frog trinket to have it go get some magic goodberries to help with whatever healing.
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Zimran peeked through the window of the carriage door making sure the coast was clear before moving around. The half-elf pulled on his trousers as he hollered out the window, "Everyone alright?"
Seeing the priest tend to Westra's wounds the bard opted to stay in the carriage. The seated upright now, Zimran sat back and relaxed ready to fall asleep once again should the party decide to rest longer.