Denise
Before she gets an opportunity to have a taste of her broth, the murmurs of the tavern are quickly silenced as the door is burst open by a roughened-looking fellow, out-of-breath and agitated. The room goes quiet as he starts to shout, voice filled with panic. "I need help!"

People look round as he carries on, his accent seeming to be local. "A bloke's bein' stabbed down the docks, blimmin' 'ell! One of ye', geez me a hand!" He stands there, catching his breath as he waits expectantly, but the normal murmur slowly picks back up and the room returns to it's normal atmosphere, the man looking around and throwing his arms out to his sides with a loud guffaw. 

His voice raises again when he speaks. "Seriously, ye' useless bastards?" This time, the room doesn't go quiet as he's mostly ignored.
Connie
She raised her spoon and heard the sudden silence as the man shouts, panicked. It.. Well, it goes about as she remembers as a child. Everyone has their own problems. Biting her lip she puts her spoon down and shoulders her bag, heading over. "Being stabbed?" That sounded like he could *Still* Be in trouble. She furrows her brows as she slithers to the man.

"Take me to him now. I'm not that fast, and if you don't know where he was stabbed, he could be getting much worse right now." She says it gently with an undertone of authority she doesn't actually feel. She hasn't had to do much healing, despite her wants to learn. She just had to hope she has enough in her to do it.
Denise
The man looks slightly relieved, but still vents his frustration as the woman approaches. "Aye, make the lady do it! Typical feckin' swabs." He starts moving back towards the ajar door, raising a hand to keep it open as he starts walking out, his tone appreciative. "Glad someone could be bothered, aye?"

He steps out onto the cobbled streets, starting to head with a hurried pace just down the road before gesturing towards an alley, sheepishly coming to a stop. His voice is hushed but still fairly agitated. "Right, saw 'em just down here, but -." He pauses, awkwardly tossing his head left and right as he hums and hahs for a moment before continuing. "I'm not the youngest man in the world, eh, and well, you've got a bigger stick, aye?" He awkwardly gestures to her polearm before scratching his neck and reassuring her with almost-comedic enthusiasm. "You're a big lass, you'll be fine."

For any concerned individual, peering down the alley reveals two decently statured men, standing over and pushing down a wiry-looking male. While it's slightly dark, it's easy to see that the man they're holding onto is injured, blood oozing out a wound he's clutching. The attackers clearly seem to be speaking harshly towards him, one holding a decent-sized shiv in their left hand and roughly jabbing its tip towards him as they continue to question him. They seem to be in the same uniform some of the seamen inside the bar had.
Connie
The naga smiles, though anxiety is clear on her features as she slips out the door and pauses, removing the polearm from her back to grip. "Well, if I know how to heal..." And she did, she was confidant of that. Fighting though? As they approach the alley and he begins speaking, she swallows, then exhales slowly.

On the exhale blue and green scales creep up from her hips and begin to cover the macen looking skin. They reflect brightly, looking thick and strong as the scales on her long tail begin to follow suit. The sound they make as she propels herself forward changes to an almost metallic clinking. "I'll be fine."

She had to convince herself of that first. 

Sizing up her opponents she draws herself to full height at the alley's entrance, gathering faint blue energy into one hand. It curls upward and spirals until it forms a ball of water floating just above her skin. She hisses loudly, "Hey! Why not go after someone more your level?"

The first one to look up, or react, was the one she threw the waterball at, hoping to knock them back from the injured man before they could further hurt him.
William
`Cynthia used Waterball! Spent 5 Mana`
Denise
The two individuals look round and her voice draws the presence of the injured one too, but they quickly start summing up the situation as a ball of water smashes into the first man, sending him toppling back and his blade skirting across the ground. They both begin to scatter, curses clear from the water-logged man and the second spoke sharply, voice muffled from the short distance. _"Feck sake, one o' those scale-folk. Let's clear, pal."_

They begin to run off, the thrown one's companion helping him stumble to his feet as they quickly rush off, leaving a slightly damp injured fellow alone, who tries to move to rise to his feet, but stops quickly with a sharp grimace on his face.

She could persue his attackers, if she so wished, but she'd have to leave him here to do it.
Connie
She was advancing down the alley, emitting another hiss that sounded like water on a hot pan. It was mostly for show; Not many folks would want to tangle with a fully scaled Naga. Maybe it was something about avoiding snakes as a kid; Creepy crawlies. When she got close enough to the injured man, she half wraps around him in a loose coil, frowning as she faces him.

It served a purpose; If they came back it kept the man protected in her scales. It also meant she could examine his wounds. "Okay, okay, one second, let me see..." As she looks at the wound. Licking her lips, she raises the same hand that threw the waterball with a green energy building on her fingertips and trailing off

"It might be a little uncomfortable," She says softly as she lets the energy slip into the stab wound, sealing it and slowly healing the flesh. "What happened? Why did they stab you?"
Denise
The man sharply inhaled when Cynthia coiled around his personal space, unsure of her intentions. He removed his hand when she moved her hand towards it, letting the snakewoman have a good look.

It seemed to be a few inch-deep puncture into the left-side of his torso, appearing to have punctured a lung, judging by the slightly foamy blood he'd begun to cough up that was sitting on his chin. He was a younger man, fair haired and slightly roughened, but wasn't a navy type. He seemed to be a local, judging by his complexion and face. His clothes were dirty and disheveled, likely from the alley, but it's unsure to truly tell if he didn't always look like that.

Her magicks did it's trick, starting to heal him up and his breaths became clearer and less forced. He let out desperate, long breaths of relief and almost looks on the verge of crying as he slowly bows his head, placing his hands on the woman's tail as he almost seems to bow at her. It's like he's doing worship as he praises her in a fairly frail, well-spoken, thankful voice. "Oh, fair lady, I must dutily thank you for this. I- Uh, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't-..." He cuts himself off as he lets out another thanks and then looks up as he begins answer her questions.

He talks slightly more calmly, a slight level of calm sitting in the underlying tones of his voice. "I think it was something I said to them when that lot were coming off the docks. I clearly had ruffled their feathers and had pulled me aside later. I presume they were not satisfied with the way that I refused their intimidations and sought me out after I finished my day's work. They only caught me out a few moments ago, but I would have never been so wounded had I not stood up to them. I must thank you, mi'lady." He pauses, fishing into his pockets for a moment as he pulls out a small coin-purse before continuing. "I do not have much, but I offer it to you for your impeccible timing." He lifts it, offering it to her.
Connie
She listened but as she did not hear the sounds of anyone else arriving, not yet, she let the scales slip back into her skin giving her a slightly less animalistic appearance. Maybe it would keep the young man from becoming too frightened of her. 

Frowning at the sight of foamy blood she pressed the hand tight against his side as she focused on pushing the magic deeper so it would fully heal. "I think I can fully heal it, so just one mome-" Then he started to thank her, and nearly praise her, and her face flushed. She definitely wasn't used to that, and laughed with some nervousness. "It's fine, I promise, your friend got me from the Salted Cockel, I think they're still nearby," She says, holding her hands up in a sort of surrender.

"I'm just glad that they didn't cut you again," She says, that much honestly as she finally uncoils from the man, giving him freedom and space once the healing is fully finished. She exhales, flexing her hand and shaking the green energy off her fingertips. Removing a cloth she offers it for the blood on his mouth, then blinks as she's offered money. "Oh-" Genuinely surprised. "Are you sure? Ah, come, let's see if your friend is still nearby-"
Denise
The footsteps seemed to be long gone. The attackers clearly didn't want to stick around, judging by their desire to flee. The man seems slightly puzzled by the idea of his friend getting him, but she he slowly starts to stand carefully, rising to his feet properly and then slowly taking her cloth, wiping his face slowly as he continues to offer her the coin-purse. He answers her quickly. "It's all I have on me, but you deserve it for your kind selflessness this day." His voice is slightly more timid as he continues. "Oh, and uh, do you want this back?"

He gestures towards the end of the alley as he takes slow, delicate steps away. He still feels slightly sore and out of it, continuing to wipe his face and wetting the cloth with his mouth a touch to get more blood off his chin. The friendly fellow doesn't seem to be at the end of the alley, but he didn't intend to come down it anyway. He's probably just waiting there.

Except he isn't. He's long gone. He must have wandered off, but he's nowhere to be seen and the streets are quiet. No shiv-armed sailors are around either, so the coast is clear and the combat zone gone.
Connie
She lets out a breath, letting herself relax though she keeps her polearm in hand. No one was about, no one about to attack them or returning with reinforcements. Though if she thought about it, it seemed likely she ought to be careful while she was here given Naga didn't show up in abundance. Looking at the man she pauses and takes the purse, "Thank you. I'm still just glad you're alright, but thank you very much." Then a pause and smile. "No, it's fine. But your breathing is fine?"

As they came to the end of the alley she wondered where the man was, but then thought perhaps it was just a good Samaritan? Someone who knew another needed help and who had sought someone out? She paused to consider it, but looks at the man. "I'd avoid the Salted Cockel. I saw a number of sailors in there, and there's no telling if those two were out looking for reinforcements. If you like I can accompany you home, but it's up to you. You look a bit light headed though."

She frowned, thinking she did need to learn more of healing. More to help folks. Wasn't there a way to help infuse blood into wounded? She makes a mental note to focus there next in her studies; If she does, then perhaps she can send folks on their way good as new.
Denise
The woman was rightly cautious, but nothing seemed to be going on other than the start of a rainy spittle from the sky, a few drops landing here and there. The man lowers his hand when she takes the bag and focuses on cleaning his face up slightly. Once his question is answered, he answers her deftly. "Aye, yes, I feel much better. Thank you, kind stranger."

He smiles at her request to walk him home, but he shakes his head, raising his free hand to refuse her as he speaks, seemingly flattered. "Oh, thank you for the warning, I appreciate it. I am sure I can head home from here, it isn't far and I know the way well. I'll make sure to walk quickly. In fact, I best be on my way, lest they return. Take care, fair lady, until next time." He quickly bows with a nod of his head before he sets off, holding onto his cloth tightly and striding his way off down the street, his walk prideful despite his torn shirt and bloodied trousers.

He'll probably be fine. Probably. Cynthia's new reward isn't fairly profitable - only seven silver coins, but it's something for nothing. With a good deed done, the rain starts to fall slightly faster. It's going to be wet soon.