Kaleed held the woman down as the older monk began treating her arm. Blood sprayed and flew with every cut and sawing motion the man made.<br/><br/>Kaleed would eat the discarded arm if the older monk wasn't enjoying this.<br/><br/>He began to wrap and package her arm and back, using the special wraps he had treated days before. Hopefully they would help prevent infection. She hadn't died yet from blood loss, so that was probably not an issue anymore.<br/><br/>He nodded to the husband go stood nearby, looking very pale.<br/><br/>Standing aside, he watched him collect her and slowly make his way out of the room, carrying her with the help of a couple guards.<br/><br/>Kaleed turned, surveying the room. Most people had stopped to watch, and upon meeting his eyes, became startled as if they had forgotten something. The crown slowly dispersed and went back to repairing and cleaning the area.<br/><br/>His stomach rumbled audibly. He turned toward the older monk. Valentni? He thought that was the name he heard.<br/><br/>Kaleed bowed slightly, trying to show respect to the man, if not for his knowlege and medical prowess, tonight would have been much more terrible.<br/><br/>Reaching into his knapsack, he pulled out a small tablet with a string that had been attatched and hung it around his neck. Most people didn't understand the finger language that he had learned in his own country. He supposed he would have to learn how to better communicate with the symbols of this land.