Frankie
Amaryllis, Josephine, Tagus
Iron Gate

Amaryllis could have helped them navigate the city, had she been awake. She spent her winter months here with her flock, save from the bitter cold and snow of the mountains, so she knew the city like the back of her hand. But alas, the poor woman was completely unconscious and silent, save for the occasional groan from her twitching, twisting form. At least she wasn't screaming as they took her through the city streets. She had certainly done that enough already...

The doctors of Iron Gate had plenty of experiencing dealing with a variety of illnesses and diseases. The traders that came through Iron Gate often needed patching up, and while they brought many wonderful things to the capital city, they also brought with them disease. Every few years, plagues ripped through Iron Gate, demolishing the population and crushing the weak and infirm. One such plague had taken Amaryllis' family the previous winter, and now it looked as if she just might join them.

The doctor examined every inch of her body silently, a serious, yet inquisitive look on his face. He was always fascinated by the ailments that were brought to him, and this one seemed particularly interesting. This poor woman had been beaten to a pulp recently! Her face still bore the marks of the attack at her home, while her body had claw marks and cuts all over it from the wolfmen in Middle. 

He finally came across perhaps the most major cause of her ailment. One of her wounds was an angry red color, flaming hot to the touch and filled with infection. "Hmm," He murmured as he looked at it for a bit, then retrieved a knife and sliced it open, letting the infection, yellow and clotted like cottage cheese, drain from the wound. It was a rather ghastly sight. Normally, minor wounds such as this didn't get infected so badly. They weren't in a hot or humid climate, so bacteria didn't multiply as quickly, not that they would have any knowledge of such things. Still, it was odd to see such a minor scrape turn into something so awful.

After a few moments, he looked up at the people gathered at Amaryllis' bed side and said, "I will let some of her blood to get rid of the bad humors in her body. She has clearly been infected with... Something. This isn't just a scrape. It's... Something worse. I'll be surprised if your charge pulls through, but I will do my best." Clearly, he believed that Tagus and Roll were guarding her and she was a prisoner or a slave of some sort.
Betty
Vidū Ka'elo, Forests ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It has already been a couple of weeks, possibly a couple of months even since Vidu has decided to take one step out of the forests. The calm wooded areas were her home. It was some place where she felt like she had belong. It was only strange because her she was the only one of her race to step foot out of far gone. As dangerous as it was, it couldn't feel anymore safer. In the meantime, she was still there, this time spending her time in building a nice area underneath a nearly uprooted tree to claim as a living area of her own... A home. She'd even go out of her way to decor it with a couple of flowers to make it look nice and pretty. That didn't matter though because there was a lot of crafting that needed to be done anyway. Vidu would casually be carrying around large sticks, dropping them onto a pile of leaves to create a roof for herself. Stick after stick, the pile would get bigger and bigger till she was satisfied before getting a couple of vines to bring them together for doors and other things. 😩👌
Eddie
Amaryllis, Josephine, Rolf, Tagus
Apothecarian House, Iron Gate
Roderick, Hausel, Maverick
The Heart of Iron Gate

Tagus was dressed mildly, with few clothes to cover his body, sleeves rolled up his forearms to his elbow. He had one finger less and no real mind to be thinking about the horrors of last night. His chest beat fastest back then, when the savages were pouncing and groping on his friends. For few moments, pain felt eternal. He knew Josephine the most and had also been pushed by her father to be better. To be better for her. His friendship was an oddity of her doing, maybe both, who were destined to meet sometime. But Amaryllis was as brave as she was reckless, and she had been a beacon of inspiration growing from a brazier. With both, his mind was blinded, for the well being of the noble and the peasant.

It didn't strike the dark skinned knight a difference. He was clad in steel armor with a foreign coat of plates, his expressions lined stoic with a peering eye. He was always thinking of something or observing something. Rolf didn't get distracted, but his gaze was on the girl. His large mustache stuck out when he pursed his lips lips once and stretched them forward, like a kiss but not really. Just a stretch of the rosy lips forward. Tagus watched this. He knew Rolf for two years and was attentive of his mannerisms. Rolf listened to the man and gave him an answer plain.

"She's not our charge. She is part of our retinue. We are here to assist. Aren't we, Tagus?" His voice was gravel, but not unpleasant. He believed the girl was Josephine's friend, despite Hausel's theory that she was a witch. Josephine, however, was at the top of the bed, surely behind it and not bending over it. It was a small wooden back to the top of the bedding, and it looked a bit old. Her weight would surely not help its stability, she thought.

"You're gonna make it, Ryllis. I know you will!" She stammered about, tears running down her cheeks. There was a small puddle, tiniest one's seen, but growing rather fast. It was two once, but then she continued crying. After a while, her eyes, big and round greens, turned redder. "Please, Camira... Help my friend...!" She begged and prayed, like she did on a regular basis but with different kinds that maybe the goddess answered to. Was there really a thing such as divine intervention? Surely the tales were true. The disciples of Camira were a big soup of the pyramid, shaped stew in a bowl without borders. Of course, it was very hard for a proper physical place. Communion was taught best to come with peace and quiet, without the artificial noise of society. The natural sounds of woods and plains were made silent in that place, a thriving metropolis known as Iron Gate, circled by massive walls that outlined districts and other divisions of the citadel.

Roderick was trying to get inside the throne room. Everyone was barred at the entrance to the main structure of the citadel, they were outside its walls, the innermost of Iron Gate, proud capital of Northwind. Roderick was accompanied by Hausel and Maverick. He left Howitzer at the inn, to make sure Josephine arrived safely. He was without his other men, plus the injured one. The Knight Commander told Josephine he sent them back to carry their companion to the first settlement in Taemar. They would return through presumably safer lands to Raunkastel.

"Tell me why we're spending coin from our pockets to help the peasant girl again."

"What? Do you want to laugh in my face again, Hausel? Didn't you understand the first time?" Roderick was sharp in his tone, swift and strong.

"Huh? But you didn't say anyth-"

"Take a good look at me."

His eyes had a strong piercing gaze outgrown with a stern face, bordering reactive. Hausel forgot his place, doubly his knowledge of the man standing before him. Roderick was cunning, but also touched by proper ideals, not twisted morals.

"I must have not paid attention, Knight Commander. I'm sorry." Hausel was being formal and subservient against his will. He'd lash a few insults at the man, but his eyes were actually ridden with guilt and fear. He walked himself into that situation, reminding him of the answer he got before. Maybe it was Roderick talking that made him lose focus. Hausel looked at the lips of people when they talked. He remembered to make eye contact sometimes, but more often than not, his eyes slumped to the lips of someone talking.

They tried to talk with the guard. Although the battle of pushing and breaking through a blob of people angry about the situation was hard, the knights prevailed and stopped in front of the armored guard.

"Greetings. Why can't we enter the citadel?" Roderick asked, right hand on the left side of his chest, curled in a fist. It was a military salute.

"Our liege is not receiving petitions at the moment."

"We have urgent news." The knight retorted, peering at the guard with a see through cover, expressing worry in small wrinkles. The guard pursed his lips. "Barbarians are moving north from the Grey Hills. They destroyed Midde-"

"You know about Midde?!" The guard was speechless, brows raised behind his full helmet. The rumors of the attack were only just spreading and a man with the bearings of a knight came before him. Surely, his liege would be interested. A knight is trustworthy, right? 

"I've been there during the attack. None of the caravan has yet been here?"

"Oh! Now that you mention it-"

"No. I do not need to know. Just take me to your liege." He interrupted the guard, but not in a condescending tone. Roderick was in a rush and didn't want to talk much more with the guard. If news of the attack came before him, it was poorly handled by the man.

"Ryllis, you'll be alright!"

The medicine man was doing his best to treat the woman and Josephine was between talking to Amaryllis and trying to give her strength, as if her presence alone could bear meaning to the festering wounds that rid her body.