Most of the Scouts, just pass Lyra by. Charity is really just not in the souls of Genkysou residents. The usual response to seeing a homeless girl, would be to report them to the City Guard, so that they can schedule them for cleaning and processing at the orphanage. No-one wanted to spend time helping a girl down on her luck... they were good as dead anyway.<br/><br/>one of the Scouts leaving the compound, a tall leggy blonde with spear in hand, laughed as she saw Lyra, all desperate with her swelling purple arm wound.<br/>"Pfft - looks like someone wasn't paying attention in basic field medicine class. You should have tourniquetted it with a torn off strip of your loincloth, in case it was poison - made sure the wound was clean, and applied bandages of some kind... prefferably soaked in some kind of grain alcohol. If that bite gets infected, then the only ones that can do you any good will be the Village priests, or the Orphanage."<br/><br/>The rest of the girl's accompanying the blonde made small sniggers of laughter.<br/>"In the field, no-one's in your squad is gonna have time to patch you up... You've gotta be able to do it yourself. You're not going to last long as a scout with that kind of stupidity... you should do us all a favour and volunteer yourself as a snuff-slave if that's the kind of stupidity we can expect from you... You're a Scout, now act like one - get creative."<br/><br/>They turned their backs on the Wounded young Lyra, and continued on their way out of the city towards their patrol for the day.<br/><br/>Lyra was left standing in the lurch.