Aeryn enters the tent, keen eyes flicking over each soldier and their injuries. The worse is the blonde haired male whose arm is in a sling. His eyes barely respond to her approach and Aeryn can see that he has been almost blinded by some poison, the same substance has aslo numbed his face and upper body, causing his speech to be slurred.<br/>In the next bed a female with light brown hair is also badly injured, still unconscious from a nicked blood vessel in her neck. Despite this, the rest will aid her recovery, and she will be up and about in a matter of days, sooner at least than the poisoned one.<br/>The remaining guardians of the Hill Fort in the tent, one female and four males have suffered various crossbow bolts and rapier wounds, but no more vital organs were hit. Some of the projectiles appear to have been dipped in a mild blood poison, but the soldiers are of strong fortitude and Aeryn can only tell this based of the cosmetic affect of the substance around the wounds.<br/>Xen turns away back to the freedom of the forest, only to change her mind and make for the tent as well. Captain Akkat throws an arm up, blocking her path. “Talk to Breth. He’s the least injured. And don’t go too rough on him,” he instructs her, before walking away. The barbarian enters the tent, giving Aeryn her space to work on the two critical. Breth is likewise a half-orc, with a clean shaven scalp and olive skin. “Drow strike force, 1 spider knight, 6 drow warriors. They weren’t interested in the ship, knew they were too far to get anything useful. Just wanted to hit us whilst we were spread thin, got 3 of us, we barely scratched them. Fifteen against seven, but they were better equipped, surprised us,” and mostly likely better trained, but his pride prevents him from saying so as he clutches the wound on his arm.<br/>Morgan makes her way through the camp towards the only double story building: the wooden home of Mystic Gerial, and unofficial headquarters of the semi official Fort Spellcaster’s Guild. Currently the tired looking mage is staring at some maps with Captain Rosed, one of the few Halfling of the settlement, standing expectantly nearby. “30 soldiers may do it, but no less. And it may not matter. They asked for 45, and they won’t think we are taking them seriously if we claim we can patrol their land with less,” Gerial explains to the female officer. “Ahah! Good evening to you Druidess Morgan,” he signs, evidently pleased at the distraction, "I heard you were coming, but I was not sure if that was just the birds tweating, so they say,"<br/><br/>Aeryn<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">  The blonde haired male has suffered around 9 points of dexterity damage. Him and everyone else suffered hitpoint damage, but only the female has been knocked into negatives.</div></div>