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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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Vanessa stayed upstairs in a bathroom washing up. She started by cleaning the daggers after all carring around two dirty daggers would not be fun. She then got herself a bathdrawn and washed her cloths.
 
"Yes, of course" Zato said, sitting down cross legged.

"I guess I'll just sit here next to you, then. How's that?" he asked, unsure if there were cots and such even were in this room, or if Mary would make due with a pile of blankets.
 
Kaleed brought his small tablet up, and quickly wrote the symbols that meant hunger, and food.

He looked at the older man expectantly.
 
"What, do you expect me to feed you or something?" Valetni asked, raising one eyebrow as he did so.

"If you're hungry, either go find the cook and get her to make you something, or go find yourself something to eat, I'm sure there's something edible laying around here somewhere." He said as he mounted the steps.
 
Mary moved over to the wall of the room, and leant against it,

she sat there for a while in silence as her large eyes began to droop.

"Yes, tha-thats fine Mist...er Za...ato..."

Her eyes shut tight, the room fell silent and the bed-sheet clad girl's chest was visible rising and lowering through the material, as she took in long, quiet breaths.

Mary was asleep.
 
Kaleed turned away from the man as he departed for the steps.

Turning slowly in a circle, he gathered his surroundings. Eyes widening slightly at the sight of a giant griffon, he took a step back in alarm.

After a moment, he realized that the beast was involved with helping and observed it approaching the giant who had managed to slay so many monsters. Marveling at the prowess of these guards, who had managed to tame the best, he set off in search of some food. He was starving, and would need to find some hot water in order to get a proper meal in.

He began to wander the post, managing to obtain a bit of food from the kitchens which were located in another building. He found himself outside in the courtyard shortly after, the night was still strong, and finding a nice bit of space near the wall of the outpost, he built himself a small fire, and began mashing up the meat and veggies he needed for his broth tonight. When the ingredients were a nice paste, he dumped the contents into his meal flask, and filled it with some hot water he had warming on the fire.

He leaned against the wall, sipping from the straw. It was a pretty wild night for his first night he supposed. He did not want to risk the possibility of taking someones bed however. Since the attack was thwarted and the night was warm, he settled himself down outside in the courtyard, covering up under warm fur blanket he had managed to acquire.

He drifted off to sleep leaning against the wall.
 
"Are you asleep, Mary?" Zato asked.

Upon being met with no answer, he stood up. Now would be a good time to find a bed for himself, so he could sit down at least..... No, now was not the time to be lazy. He decided that, with Mary asleep, he should go see whether he could help. He exited the room, closing the door behind him. Someone had to be near....

Zato entered the door leading to Vanessa with a loud "hello?".
 
Vanessa held up her cloths and saw she mannged to get all the blood out. She hung her cloths to dry . She then got fresh water for tub and got in it. The warm water felt good on her skin. She decdied to stay in the tub relaxing for a bit.
 
Zato walked further into the bathroom, ignorant as to Vanessa's presence.

"Hello? Is anyone in here? I hear water, is there a leak?" he asked, fumbling about.
 
Valetni looked down at himself, at his once impeccably cleaned robes, and his perfectly maintained hands, the instruments of his profession.

Now he looked like he had pulled a full shift in a slaughterhouse, and what was worse, the blood was beginning to dry, become itchy and staining his skin and robes.

Bath time.

But first, there was one more thing he had to attend to...

He stepped outside of the barracks.
 
Vanessa sat up in the tub. She looked at zato and remembering that he was blind said"Sir Zato Iam taking a bath would be so kind as to leave." She hoped he could find his way out okay.
 
Zato gave a few turns around, surprised, looking in the direction of Vanessa.

"Oh, my! My apologies!" he said, before turning around and bumping into a wall, knocking several loose items down with his cane.

"....I don't know which way is out. Please guide me."
 
Vanesssa let out a sigh. She grabbed a towl and wrapped it around her body. She then walked over to zato and took him by the arm gently "this way sir". She lead him to the door of the bathroom and opened it saying "here you are sir the way out".
 
Valetni re-entered the building, key to the chest in hand, and spat to clear his mouth of the acidic taste. He walked across the floor, cane clinking it's rhythmic beat as he went, and ascended the stairs, pausing at the top of the stairway.
 
"Ah, thank you." Zato replied as he started to step out. He heard another cane come up the stairs, and there was only one other who used that.

"Why hello, Valetni! I was just talking to Vanessa here" he gave the woman a pat on the shoulder with his metal arm.
"......I just realized, Vanessa, you never really told us about yourself. Where do you come from, anyways?" he asked.
 
Swiftbeak had watched the grisly display of medicine in quiet fascination, just as he had the autopsy earlier; he had become so entranced by the procedure that he had resigned himself to merely sitting in quiet awe of Valetni's work, only briefly acknowledging Kaleed with a slight bow of his head and spread of his wings- The gryphon had seen many unfamiliar faces here, after all, and though Kaleed stood out amongst the Hellguard, there was no reason to believe he would soon be travelling with them.

He was still staring at Valetni as he passed, the creature swivelling its head and keeping its impossibly powerful eyes focused on the old man. It said nothing, and did nothing; save for the movement of its neck it might as well have been a statue. Only when Valetni had entered the barracks once again did Swiftbeak rise to his feet, searching out Sir Morr- Last seen amid the carnage of the courtyard, he was easy to spot as one of the few still standing.

"Sir Morr." Swiftbeak's voice was quieter than normal, and his head hung with shame. "I assure you, never again will I imbibe. I missed the entirety of this attack, and have no way of knowing what men may lie dead because of my absence. Allow me to fly watch for the night- One landing alone will not stop my talon from healing, and the pain will be my penance."
 
Vanessa manged a small smile saying ""well I guss I could walk with you hold on let me get my cloths". She ran back inside closed the door and threw on her cloths. She stepped out of the bathroom and stood beside Zato. "I came from a farm in a small village". She did not risk any more info then that.
 
"That's..... pretty short." Zato commented.

"Surely there's more to tell? Where did you learn to cook?" he asked.
 
Vanessa looked at Zato and with a heavy voice said "there is not much to tell and as to were I learned to cook my mother taught me".
 
"Hmmm...." Zato thought back. Mary had also gone through a stage where she was quite shy, too shy to talk. Zato couldn't quite remember how he changed that. Was it candy? It may have been candy.
 
Urist lay flat on the ground outside of the building, having found a large enough window to climb out of, a bit of hammer to remove glass, bars, and other obstructions, and scrambled out of it.

He observed that it wasn't as cold as it should be, perhaps due to the heat of battle. He snorted in amusement at this terrible pun.

Getting his wits about him, he moved away from the main site of the battle, staying in the darkness as well as he could, moving to check the nearest building for foodstuffs.
 
Rose did not speak but contued to walk with Zato. She felt things were getting hard on keeping her secert. She thought about leaving the group but was not sure on that.
 
Valetni walked past the blind monk and the cook, barely acknowledging them beyond a slight nod of the head. He stumped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Apparently, someone had been so kind, or so negligent, as to leave the tub nearly full. Either way, it was suitable for his task. He stripped out of his bloodstained robes, before attempting to clean them as best as he was able. Fortunately, the blood came off fairly easily, and he was well equipped to remove any that proved more stubborn. Putting aside the robes to dry, he moved on to his equipment. He vigorously cleaned his blades, removing any and all signs that they had so recently taken the starring role in an amputation. He would chemically sterilize them later.

Finally, one that was done he washed his arms up to the elbow, though by then the dirty water was so polluted that it merely left his skin with a red tinge to it. He'd deal with that later.

He dragged a stool over, and sat down, resting his aching legs. He used both hands to massage the newly healed connective tissue and muscle. After a few moments, he pulled out the pouch that he had taken off the stitch faced man who seemed to have attached himself to Valetni. Valetni released the draw cord, before upending the pouch into his open hand, marveling as the room was cast in a soft blueish light. He turned it over in his hands, studying it for many minutes, before returning it to it's pouch.

Valetni stood, dragged the stool over to in front of the door, and then sat with his back against the door, relaxing against the smooth wood.

He was tired, and he was going to take a nap, and this was as good a place as any. If anybody had a problem with this, then they could damn well deal with it themselves.
 
Morr, after handing the blood-stained breastplate to Junkins to get it repaired as soon as possible, felt somewhat naked, even though the rest of his armor remained upon his person and his chest was still clad in cloth, albeit tattered.
He watched how Valetni saved the Hellguard's life, her husband looking on with fearful hope. This would not do, he decided. While many seemed to forget that a knight, a true knight, did not tangle between goodness and duty, but rather made goodness his duty, the fact that he had indeed resolved to intimidation, the forceful intrusion upon another man's will, could not be judged anything but villainy, even if brother Valetni's defiance initially only stemmed from mere unwillingness caused by a feeling of 'having done enough' and he had been quite ready to let others suffer death for this unwillingness.

He would have to make amends, thank brother Valetni and serve him till he declared him redeemed, he would do so as soon as his purpose's demands in the hall had been followed, when sir Swiftbeak approached him with his request.
Throwing a glance at the warped man's still wounded talon, Morr answered "None of these men lie dead due to your actions, rest assured of that, sir Swiftbeak. As for your request, permission granted, but if you have trouble seeing in the night, I must ask that you return as soon as possible, remember that you are now one of the few that can still properly fight, we need you here just in case."

With these words, Morr continued helping with the transport of both the dead and wounded, assisting sister Elia in any way he could.
 
"Ah, I've spent too much time chattering" Zato stated, and began to walk off. From the sound of it, the others were taking control of things, and there was no way for Zato to help with medicine or first aid. The old man walked back to where Mary was, and sat down, cane nestled in the crook of his arms.

Zato slept lightly that night.
 
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