Kevin
Danico Felrantres
Castle Grunewald, Vallen

Danico briefly moved focus to 
Kenmath as he made his way in, though quickly turned back to the task at hand. *"What an odd fellow."* He mutters about Kenmath's odd sensibility. "Question." Danico asks as the ...*Butler? Servant? Walking corpse?* Walks off, posed to no one in particular, "What actually happened here? The queen is bleeding out, that creepy kid lost a leg, there's a shifter pinned to the wall..." He pulls tight part of the thread, the lace coming neat against the skin. There's about a third to go. "Seems like a wild animal attack." His words said in jest, he knew Cecilia was at the bottom of this somehow. He just hoped she hadn't turned wild.

"Don't stress about moving her to the kitchen." He replied to Eric, "In fact, once I've finished the sutures, we'll get her to a bed." He continued as he worked. Though the quality of the sutures may have been better if done by a certified doctor, Danico was pleased with the current result and was certain it would be more than adequate enough to heal proper with time. "She should heal with time." He continued, "I cannot, however, guarantee that she'll have full motion in her arm and hand." His brow furrows at the thought, a steady rhythm guides the procedure. "This wound is deep. Wolf bites generally tend to be. If there's damage to the nerves then they're likely to not heal proper. I'm confident she'll still be able to use her arm, but there is a possibility she may not be able to fully grasp items. Keep that in mind going forward."

Nodding between Eric and Heath in thanks, he begins to pull through the last few stitches. "Thank you, you've both been a great help." Pulling the goggles up onto his head, he bites off most of the loose silk after tying it taut against the skin. Gently poking at each of the stitches, inspecting their quality, he nods in approval of the work done. "If either of you wouldn't mind, please carry her to a bed." He places the vial of numbing ointment on Anya's lap, so it's carried with her. "*Very* Gently, apply no more than what will fit on the tip of your finger to the wound." Danico articulates with his hand, gesturing to the tip of his finger. "It should kick in within the hour. If they permit me use of the kitchen then I'll percure enough to last a week or two. Once I'm done I'll come check on her."
Lawrence
Kallophon
*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen

Kallophon beamed at the idea of seeing the equinox festivals. He imagined that playing for Queen Anyanka would afford him as much of an opportunity to see them as patronage under the Romanovs and Blacks themselves would.

Kallophon caught a passing barmaid and ordered one more cheap drink, then looked at the trio. "Heading to Araedia might be tossing the dice, sure, but I think they'll love your music. I know Araedians–well, not many by any measure, but I do know Araedians–to be very sombre, and grave, almost as grave as their girls who fail the Trials. I'd say you lot can hit those sinews of their hearts just right if you use the right pieces of your repertoire." He waved a hand. "Please forgive me if I'm patronising you, I just enjoy talking about my kinsmen in the Southeast. It reminds me of being closer to home."

His drink arrived, and he gestured towards them with it. "You know, friends, I was just thinking about the Durkhans and the Romanovs. Am I right in saying that there's some *History *There? In particular, the delightfully *Lewd* Kind of history?" He grinned, leaning forward and folding his arms on the table. "Tell me what you know, fellow gossip-masters."
Robert
Sir Heath Romanov
Castle Grunewald, Taemar. 

"The shifter attacked the duchess and then went after the child," Heath said wearily. The physician finished stitching up Anyanka's arm and instructed them on the application of the ointment. He nodded and carefully scooped Anyanka's limp form up into his arms. "Thank you, Danico. We are so grateful you came here when you did," Heath said. He made a note to pay the physician handsomely for his service. 

He hoped Angelica Stafford got lost for good in the kitchens. His head was pounding from the events of the night and he just wanted to get through the remainder of it in peace. Upon coming to the Duchess' assigned chambers for the night, Heath nudged the door open with his shoulder and laid Anyanka down in the bed. He pulled the silken sheets over her and sat beside her unconscious form to open and gently apply the numbing ointment. 

In the corridor, Kenmath stared at the bloody wolf. He batted her paws with glee. He decided not to wake King Gregor, for he wanted to have a chance to play with the new decoration. "It is a good night, it is a good night indeed," Kenmath said in glee. He gave Cecilia's paw a great big bat, causing it to hit against the wall. "You smell like a gutter," Kenmath proclaimed. He gripped the sword and began to tug.
Kendall
Lord Eric Stafford
Vallen, Taemar

Eric breathed a sigh of relief when the last of the stitching went through the wound of Anya's shoulder. Heath beat him to picking up Anya and beginning to carry her off. Eric wanted to protest, but now was not the time to play tug-'o'-war over his queen, he took a double glance at the wolf and the child without a leg and felt torn. He should probably stay with the beast that attacked his queen and with the wounded child that Angelica had said was Ramsalot. On the other hand, the last time Anyanka was alone with Sir Romanov, she was attacked. 

Eric elected to make sure his queen got to the room safely, where he would stand guard for her for the rest of the night, not particularly trusting the knight he scarcely knew.
Katherine
**Anyanka Durkhan
Vallen Taemar**

When Anyanka came to, she felt like her body was on fire. The fear that had caused her to faint now coursed adrenaline through her veins and she awoke with a start, her body jolting upwards in surprise that the shifter hadn't taken her head clear off her shoulders. The sudden movement made her yelp, a hand moving to her shoulder instinctively, her mind alerting her to the knowledge that there _should_ be pain. 

Her hand clamped over sticky skin, and she would only realize later that it wasn't from fresh wet blood but a mixture of dried blood and some kind of ointment. It smelled heavily of something that made her nose tingle, and her palm and fingers felt the same effects after a while. Tears threatened to well but didn't fall, and wide silver eyes examined the poorly lit room for the shifter. Instead, she found Heath sitting at her beside, and him alone. 

Anya looked to him, taking a few seconds to collect herself as she fought a quivering chin and the urge to cry and scream all at once. "What happened, where's the woman?" She asked, disgusted with how her voice shook. She cleared it, her hand coming away from her shoulder to examine what she thought would be blood -and her brow furrowed to see the reality of it. "My heads spinning, _fuck this hurts_" She muttered under her breath, aware of how the bite didn't hurt on the surface but it did in her bones and muscle where the teeth had torn. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, trying to offset it. "Are you alright, did she hurt you?" She questioned, eyes closing as she sunk back into the damp pillow of her chambers, all too aware that she had moved to fast and was now regretting it as she _had_ been tossed into a wall by a fucking wolf creature. Fuck that woman. "Is she dead?" She added.
Sarah
Arin Cragton
Taemar

Arin stumbled out of the castle, almost tripping on every stone in his path. He almost knocked over an old vase, catching it as it fell off of its small table it was resting on. He set it back gently, making sure no one was watching him. He blinked his eyes a few times before exiting the main hall into the courtyard. 

He walked through the front gate, and looked around for a moment. He pondered about which direction his tavern was, shrugged, and let his feet decide their direction. He began walking, grinning as the alcohol wore through his system. The buildings blurred together as he walked, and he forced his way through the small crowd in the streets. All of a sudden he heard shouting, and he made his way toward the small tavern before a woman burst out and jumped on her horse, but before she could leave Arin stumbled in front of her horse.