<blockquote class="uncited"><div>“Thanks.” She says to Dagnyr. “So, I’m not under arrest for anything, am I?”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Dagynr looks thoughtful a moment, then shakes his head. "I don't<span style="font-style: italic">think</span>so, but I believe we'll need to just hold you for some questioning, I'm afraid. We need to know as much about what was happening prior to the ..incident as possible, and you don't seem to badly traumatized or drunk which makes for reliable testimony..."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Begging your pardon, sirrah," the halfling says. "If you could spare a moment, there's some folk inside a mite scratched up..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Dagynr glances down at his feet as he hears the cough, nodding and listening quietly to the halfling man before replying. "Oh! Of course I can, it's my duty as a paladin of Aura, after all.." he says, smiling.<br/><br/>He starts to step away, stopping and turning back to face Vanika briefly. "Just stay here, alright? Back in a jiff."<br/><br/>With that he quickly ducks inside the ale-tent, greeting the inhabitants with the same warm smile and carefully making his way over the table-barricade. He was sure he could probably have gotten the whole tent normally, but with everyone huddled behind the barricade it meant he surely wouldn't miss anyone - a fortunate little synergy between the defensive efforts before and the current recuperative ones.<br/><br/>"Rest easy, citizens, the attack has been repelled, and with the aid of Aura's light, I can mend those wounds of yours..."<br/><br/>Dagnyr lifts his holy symbol up, focusing and channeling the divine energy through it as it glws softly, growing warm as the healing energy spreads out, washing over the weary citizens.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Dagnyr uses Channel Energy, reducing his remaining uses of it today to 5<br/>Channel Energy (4d6): 5, 4, 2, 1 = 12<br/><br/>Not that totals are being kept for random citizens, but rolled for the sake of fluffing it out~</div></div></div><br/><br/>Dagnyr frowns a bit as he feels the power in the healing taper off a bit towards the end, growing dim rapidly, but fortunately no one seemed to be so injured that would be an issue. "There, that should just about do it. If any of you need any further healing I'll be just outside, and the church of Aura is always open to help the wounded and the sick."<br/><br/>He nods to the Laika woman, "And my thanks to you miss for assisting in the defense of the city and it's inhabitants."<br/><br/>With that, he hops back over the table barricade and steps back outside, only to find that the Sergeant has finally caught up with them.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Good work, both of you. Keep it up,"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>A slight grin settles onto Dagnyr's face as he hears the praise, nodding. "Why, thank you m'am."<br/><br/>It felt good to get congratulated after that mess, maybe he could find a place that was still open and get a dri-<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Would one of you please tell me," she finally says, "what THOSE are" - an accusing finger wavers between Angel and Vanika - "and and why in the nine hells they're not in chains?!?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Curses.<br/><br/>Dagnyr straightens himself up, clasping his hands behind his back and tries to look as professional as he can with a superior officer fuming before him. Luckily, both 'Celaire' and Alyssa mange to speak before him, saving him the trouble of explaining himself. "I too can vouch for the actions of Celaire and Vanika. Despite appearances, we owe them a debt of gratitude for their service in defense of the city."<br/><br/>"And as such, I didn't feel it neccesary to chain them up, I think they'd be more willing to answer questions if we didn't treat them like criminals for selflessly leaping to the aid of Prometa."<br/><br/>Something at the edge of his vision catches his eye and Dagnyr turns his attention away to see..<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Moving purposefully towards him, he'd be hard to miss; one sleeve of his dark grey attire is ripped away to show a finely crafted chainmail shirt underneath...</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Hm. Excuse me, Sergeant Ananda, I believe we have yet another good samaritan here..." Dagnyr says, slipping away to meet Kaelen as he heads over. "Hail, and well-met friend!" he calls out, smiling. Between the ophiduan's unmistakable bulge, the bloodied arm, sheathed blades, and the - admittedly, strangely altered - symbol of Domrun, he was certain this individual had played a part in the city's defense as well. "If any of that blood's yours, I can tend to your wounds. I'd also ask if perhaps we could ask you a few questions. It won't take long, and we'd appreciate anything you could tell us so we could get to the bottom of all this.."