((Yep, I'll put Crimson one the line.  Heck it'll give me a decent reason to help get rid of Flare and add in Haze while I'm at it.  Or experiment with a different character all together.  And while on that note, it'll also help me understand how I should work my world or writing.))

Flare noticed the two deities standing around and talking.  Naiyan and Lycaon specifically.  He walks up to them and waits for them to finish their conversation.

Fang kept close to Crimson, rather wary of the crowd that was forming, or the eyes peering at Crimson.  "Damn, I was hoping we wouldn't draw too much attention to ourselves." she thought to herself and kept her left hand on her hip, close to her dagger.  "I'll defend my Kyng...if I must."  

 

Marsh wrote:

Marsh's gaze lands on Arcan, in a hushed voice they ask, "You're actually thinking about it?"

"....Well, I'd be lying if I didn't consider the thought." Arcan says, deciding to avoid Marsh's gaze and focus on following Patil.

"I thought we were just going to grab some potions or weapons!" She speaks a hurried whisper to the others.

wolffighting3768 wrote:

Fang kept close to Crimson, rather wary of the crowd that was forming, or the eyes peering at Crimson.  "Damn, I was hoping we wouldn't draw too much attention to ourselves." she thought to herself and kept her left hand on her hip, close to her dagger.  "I'll defend my Kyng...if I must."  

 

 
To correct a description. There isn't much of a crowd forming. It's more of people giving glances and looks. As said, it's not exactly uncommon for this sort of thing to happen, but still it's head-turning.

Still, there are probably a few people following after. Or at least traveling in the same direction as the stretcher, which is to the provisions tent. Just a handful though.

Anyways, the stretcher finally enters the building by the provisions tent. Two whitecloaks, keeping watch over the door, quickly sidestepped, pulling open the double doors allow Vulture and her group through. Soon after, they closed it behind them, and reassumed their positions.

These two seemed to be much more... guard-like. In comparison to the ones scattered in town, these ones stood with a firm posture, and looking them in the eyes was returned with a resilient and focused gaze. In addition, they both wore armor as well. Breastplates, boots, gauntlet, and leg armor, all of astonishing high quality and design.

The both cared notable weapons on them as well, or at least what could be assumed as weapons the taller one was carrying what looks to be a contraption, compressed into a metal box to carry. The shorter one, despite the smaller stature has a large greatsword.

Time wrote:

((In addition, who will Flare talk to? Nayian and Lycaon are in two separate conversations))

 "Oh!" She puts her hand over her mouth, eyebrows raised, "He sounds very troublesome. Very brave and bold too. I wonder how he's been able to keep himself alive so long!"

"I've heard he's been spotted with the mages of the Clocktower, so who knows what's up with that. Perhaps he is divine, or perhaps he is simply a liability The Twins don't want to cut off quite yet. I've not a clue why they'd want to keep him around, if he behaves anything like he does publicly behind closed doors." Lycaon observes where they're taking him so that the knight knows where to avoid, and spots Patil making his way towards the stretcher. "I doubt he will bother you much, given that your group has set to assist, but I'd bet that the other challengers would appreciate a word of warning if they've any plan to group with him. Gods know what'll happen if they do, he might just end as a coward hiding behind meatshields."

Marsh wrote:

Marsh lingers behind the rest of the group before they break off towards the provisions tent. They're looking for the nearest Whitecloak to ask about healing potions.

"Plans change." Patil hissed back, making a vague noise of frustration when he sees the stretcher enter the guarded building, "Plans definitely changed." It's almost possible to visualize the gears turning in his head, he takes a deep breath before saying, "I hope you two can act." and proceeds to full sprint towards the 'medical building' as if in a hurry.

(( Help, I don't know what I'm doing ))

 
((Perfect))

"Wait. What? What!?" Arcan shouts in a hushed whisper, head quickly darting to look between the splitting party. What is she supposed to do!?

In a split second decision, trusting her instincts over her logic, she pivots, away from Marsh, and to follow after Patil.

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A Whitecloak standing by the tent notices Marsh's arrival. The building and the tent are not far from one another.

"Hello!" The whitecloak says, "How can I be of service?"

"Given that he's the one injured of his group, I doubt he is a coward, but y'never know a person 'til they've found themselves the prey. And there's far more annoying things to be than a coward." Lycaon is still leaning against probably a pole, but not quite looking at Gertrud the Goon; as it seems that he's watching the motions of people surrounding. Strange, considering the blindfold.

Fang drew her attention from Vulture to the Whitecloak and then back to Crimson.  "I hope so...it's never good to have the strongest member of a team be the weakest link." she replied to the Whitecloak with a slight voice crack.  "And I really hope we don't run into trouble.  Cor isn't the best fighter, he relies too much on the Emperor Soul to help him.  Even if he could fight, how well could he do against all manners of beings and divinity.  This isn't Arithnia, so he doesn't have the same power here.  Oh gods, please don't die on us Crimson!" Fang worried, deep within her head.  Talking to herself of course.  

wolffighting3768 wrote:

Fang drew her attention from Vulture to the Whitecloak and then back to Crimson.  "I hope so...it's never good to have the strongest member of a team be the weakest link." she replied to the Whitecloak with a slight voice crack.  "And I really hope we don't run into trouble.  Cor isn't the best fighter, he relies too much on the Emperor Soul to help him.  Even if he could fight, how well could he do against all manners of beings and divinity.  This isn't Arithnia, so he doesn't have the same power here.  Oh gods, please don't die on us Crimson!" Fang worried, deep within her head.  Talking to herself of course.  

"Well, it's now your turn to protect him, yeah?" The man gives a weak smile as they travel into the building.

The interior is relatively simple. Little to basically no decorations at all. Instead, many crates and containers of varying size and material is organized in a clearly thought out system. It's not as populated, but every now and then those who follow can spot a Whitecloak rummaging around in a box or just idling, possibly keeping security.

Eventually, they approach an area where it seems to be similar to an infirmary. Not very glamorous, but still serviceable.

The pair carrying the Crimson sets down the stretcher on a cot. Vulture looks left and right, and seems to start taking analog of supplies and resources to prepare treatment. The woman carrying the cot shakes out her arms, and with a huff, starts to walk away, while the man stand in place, hesitating for a moment, deciding whether or not to stay.

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Marsh wrote:

]"Hi, um, I have a sprained ankle, you see, and was hoping for a healing potion or maybe some kind of salve?" Marsh replied, a little uncertain.

"Of course!" He says, quickly diving into the a nearby box, and procuring a gleaming red potion, "This should do the trick for you."

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Marsh wrote:

"Please, could you let me in?" Patil asked the guards, a tinge of desperation in his voice, "I think I just saw my friend go in and I need to make sure he's alright. Please."

((Idk what did you roll))

The pair of guards look skeptically back and forth between each other. One of them, the taller one, asks, "Why weren't you with them from the start?"

Soon, at the same time, a Whitecloak with a mask shows up, It's the same one that Naiyan was interviewing with the excitable whitecloak. The one that rushed off when they spotted the scene, "Hey, let me in," They say, catching their breath, "I saw Vulture with someone, I gotta help her."

“We got lost in the crowd.” Ozark jumps in to assist in the persuasion check. “Please, our friend isn’t the strongest, and we just want to make sure he’s alright.”

(Oops, sorry about that.  My fault.)

"I sure hope so...I like having my family alive." Fang said to the Whitecloak, glancing at Crimson out of the corner of her eye.

Time wrote:

"Of course!" He says, quickly diving into the a nearby box, and procuring a gleaming red potion, "This should do the trick for you." 

Marsh thanks the Whitecloak. They hold on to the bottle for a few moments, just staring, until, "So do I just...drink it? It feels too easy." 

Time wrote:

The two guards narrow their eyes at the group, as if thinking, then, the shorter guard says, "We'll let you through, but we'll have to escort you through. We don't want you to get lost in the area."

They also acknowledge the masked Whitecloak, and open the door for all of the group to enter, including the Whitecloak, who briskly moves past everyone, quickly disappearing around a corner.

The taller one steps inside, "Please, follow me." He beckons with a hand gesture.

"Thank you kind sirs." Patil says, relieved. He obediently follows the guards a pace or two behind.

(( As they say, the best plan is no plan ))

“Well an ankle sprain is relatively minor.” The whitecloak shrugged, “If it was something more major, you’d definitely need a professional to oversee you. Like that fellow that passed through on a stretcher.”

“...Unless, you don’t want it to be that simple…?”

—

The guard nods, leading the group away. Instead of both coming, only one comes, and the other stays out front and watches the door.

The guard leading them stays silent, keeping not only an eye on what is ahead of him, but of the people that he is escorting.

Though I’m just going to give a brief moment if anyone wants to say or do anything.

—

((Oh shoot mb Ash))

“Gertrud” suddenly realizes that Lycaon was talking to her. She realized was spacing out again. Right when she decided to speak up, she noticed that the man was already gone. Probably walking out of the town. She found it to be quite interesting as to why he was deciding to leave, but she didn’t say much, as he was already too far away to ask. She internally sighs while shaking her head, she would have to stop daydreaming and start trying to focus on the present.

(she actually was doing that when Lycaon first met her so it works)

((Just giving a window for things to develop that's why I'm not going to do a Vulter pov this post @Zane))

((I be forgetting and whathaveyou mb 💀))

Arcan is silently accompanying Patil, of course. She's a bit uneasy in this situation. She's never really been in one similar to this before. She's really hoping that Patil and the others can handle it. She gives a look to Patil, just hoping to see if he returns her a reaction or something.

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The masked whitecloak soon arrives, and after a quick session of dealing with PPE, they stand by Vulture's side. It seems like it was a signal or tell, as Vulture starts to get to work, with the masked whitecloak seemingly acting like her assistant.

"We should give them space to work." The kind whitecloak tells Fang, nudging her to get going.

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"Huh. I'd never really thought about that." The whitecloak gives a frown, "There should be no problems... all the ingredients and reagents should be balanced out. You shouldn't really drink one of these potions if you're healthy, though."

((Should have done this earlier but now just giving a moment to see what Fang wants to do, if no replies in a bit, I'll just get on with it))

"I understand...please take care of Cor." Fang said softly and (I guess walks out the room?) 

Lycaon is just schmoving. I have no onion on whether it's in this thread or a different one that he gets discovered.