Eddie
The apothecary was suddenly swarming with patients, more people to care about than the healer could take care of. His was not the only establishment with the rising problem of infected people, refugees from a home lost to savages, put to the ground in ashen form by the whims of wild men after violent thrills. Rolf and Tagus kept to themselves and near Amaryllis' bed, but the explosion of emotions that awakened from a single man's grievance made them step forth and between the healer and the broken husband of a woman that was the first victim of the gangrenous wounds on her body. It was a miracle in the eyes of the healer that the shepherdess was still alive. He tried to explain that to the growing crowd of angry and desperate victims, for he treated all the best he could and in the same way.

It wasn't enough to keep the order. No one believed the healer. The strike of the grieving man was interrupted by the position of the dark skinned night, center of the interactions between the man trying to treat everyone he could and the families and friends of the rising tally of dead. Tagus followed Rolf, even if he was still injured and pain riddled his wounds and the rest of his body.

"We will not let you harm him just because you arrived late." Rolf claimed. "We came here as soon as we arrived in Iron Gate. The few hours you all took to find a healer contrast to our efficiency barred your fallen from getting treatment on time." That was Rolf's belief. It was not the miracle nor the luck in Amaryllis' situation. It was them who searched for a qualified person to treat her before the rest. Whatever infection ran through her body, the time they didn't waste proved to be crucial for her survival. "Know that if you plan to go through with the use of violence, we won't hesitate in bringing you down."

As logical as his argument sounded, Rolf's theory and his warning weren't welcomed in the ears of the grieving people of Midde. Instead, they barked demands at him at the healer and chaos was about to erupt in the apothecary.
Frankie
The rumbles of the refugees grew louder and angrier, and the more of their numbers that fell, the more violent they became. It seemed as if the little apothecary would be torn apart with their stormy fury, which now rumbled like thunder and, if they weren't careful, would soon have the crack of lightning to go with it, should they begin to destroy the apothecary and the healer. 

Try as Rolf might, the crowd was so blinded by its anger that they all were beyond reason. Struck with the agony of loss, they were searching for explanations and someone to blame, and they found that in the healer and in Amaryllis. In fact, they seemed to grow even angrier when Rolf essentially said that it was their fault for not arriving at the healer sooner. 

"Maybe that woman is a witch!" Someone shouted from the back. "Someone with magic! And we all know the rules against magic, don't we?" The crowd bellowed its agreement. "Then she's a witch! The healer is just helping out one of the witches that taught him some of his brews! Or she's posing! Yes, she's posing as one of us so that she can infect us further. It was she who brought the wolfmen upon us! And when that didn't kill us all, she brought this sickness upon us! We have to kill the witch! Kill the witch to save ourselves!"

In an instant, the crowd had turned against Amaryllis as well, along with whoever dared to protect her. It probably didn't help that Hausel had frequently claimed during their journey with the caravan that Amaryllis was a witch. He said that that was the only possible explanation for her surviving her ordeal, alone, in the barn. That little seed planted in the survivors of Middle's minds now blossomed into an angry, prickly vine that sought to choke and kill Amaryllis and the healer. One man made a dive for her, holding a knife in hand. 

Through it all, Josephine remained at Amaryllis' side, as she promised. And of course, Amaryllis was so deeply unconscious that it was impossible for her to know what was going on. If she had, she would have thanked her friend and been all the more touched. She owed Josephine and her knights twice over, and it was about to be thrice.
Betty
Vidū Ka'elo
The edges of the Forest

Sitting about on a tree was none other than the lost and time species that is slowly finding herself near the edges of the forest. Vidu would be propped up on a thick branch of a tall tree, looking towards the open field in thought, until a piece of paper just flutters on by to smack her straight in the face. Well, it only blocked her vision and made things dark. Confused, she takes off her face to take a look at a blank sheet because she was looking at it backwards. "Strange thing from the outside." She finally turns it over to see some words that she can't even read at all from lack of education. The only thing that caught her attention was the image. She simply rolls up the paper then slides it under the strap at her hip. It was about time she left the forests to do something worthwhile. 😩 👌
Eddie
Magic.

Why were humans so sensitive about the things they didn't want to understand? They embraced gods and old folklore to shy away from the intricacies of what was part of real, obtuse in their narrow thought on the aftermath of dread paling in comparison to the butchering their kind executed of the magical breeds and more. Hatred consumed them, even now in the little apothecary, for the essence denied to them from birth. Was jealousy what drove the masses to vilify the few? Was the condemnent of magics used for evil and turned public what roused their suspicions, the good in brilliance obfuscated by its own light?

"Knife!" Shouted one of the feverish victims, so ill yet much more aware than those revolting against the healer and the girl. It was enough to for Rolf to step in, crossing paths with the knife wielder to throw a fierce and disciplined punch straight to the middle of the face of the attacker. Others tried to rush the ebony knight, but Tagus grabbed a bench and carried it in front of himself to ram the line of savages back.

"You fools! You act like the wolfmen that slaughtered your people! You're no better than rabid dogs!" Rolf barked, eyes could very well be bloodshot with rage and not the lack of sleep. He ran up to Tagus and helped press the bench forward, driving the chaotic and unruly mass back from the healer and Amaryllis. In the meantime, Josephine was up and standing beside her friend, hand holding the shepherdess' as she read the situation. The young girl remained silent, looking for any that would try to move around the bench. Yet, Rolf and Tagus were cautious, shifting in unison. They had their fair share of being together to know how to work with each other. As a man of darker color, there was some prejudice held towards Rolf from his kin, not only because of race but because his House hailed from Amoroth. Still, Tagus saw beyond those worldly matters, like Josephine did. They were a team!

"Cease your futile attack! The Knights of Clovis Merovingian won't bow before your barbaric cowardice!"

Tagus nodded at Rolf's words and grit his teeth in the exertion of strength. The battle continued, but it was more a game of push and pull at that point.