<strong>Neria Zathrieal<br/>Time; Evening, Day 1<br/>Location; The Front Gate leading to the Southern Trek<br/>Tagged; Yuri</strong><br/><br/>She had been passing by the main gate when she heard a noise, having come from the dining hall after getting a hearty meal for herself.  Having gotten a bellyful of fine food, the elven priestess in her sheer white robe that hid little of her unearthly beauty rushed to the door, seeing a man standing before a collapsing gateway.  She could also tell he was hurt, and that was all the incentive she needed to rush forward, but stopped short before she realized the creature behind him was dead.  She kept going, not stopping this time as she stood before him, sensing a great deal of power from him although he didn't look like a mage or a wizard of any kind she had ever seen.  "If I had to make an educated guess, yonder drake got a lucky shot in.  How bad are you hurt sir?"  She asked, hoping nothing else was around to give them trouble, but seeing nothing, she lent him her right shoulder to lean on.  "My name is Neria Zathrieal, I'm a cleric and a teacher here, starting tomorrow.  You're in safe hands, I promise you."  She continued, wanting to at least get him inside the castle if nothing else before she tried to tend to his wounds which were seared shut.  Did he do that to himself?  If so, he had a high tolerance for pain and an amazing amount of control over his powers.  "You tended these yourself I see.  The flesh is seared shut.  How?  As I said, I'm a cleric, a healer in all forms mostly.  I haven't seen wounds like yours however, claw marks sure but not ones already shut as yours are.  You look to be made of sterner stuff than you appear."