The human was rather violent, when he awoke and they were attempting to remove the arrows. Grendal had no choice but to spell him to sleep, so they could work on him. The powerful spell was one he used on all his patients, and he wasted no time making sure the young man was relaxed and unconcious before they went back to the process of removing arrows, and staunching bloodflow. His armor had to be cut away to reveal each wound. It was a slow and meticulous process, as the arrows were in deep, one very dangerously close to a lung. Grendal chanted as he worked, his assistants working beside him in harmony. Jaher sat by the man's head and monitored his breathing and pulse, whispering soothing spells and keeping the man stable. Holian used his deft fingers to ease the shaft away as Grendal carefully manipulated the barbed tips out of flesh with a long bladed tool. After the third and last arrow was out, Grendal murmured a spell to remove toxins and speed the healing process. All of this standard procedure they had used many times. "Humans are the only ones I know who use barbed arrowheads. They make them specifically to cause pain and suffering. At least Elven arrows are easily removed from game and prey alike."<br/><br/>Soon he had the assistants clean the area well of blood and he let them wind bandages from the man's neck to the waist, one arm covered to the elbow, the other left bare. Then and only then would he check one final time for more wounds, but it appeared the young man had only minor cuts and bruises. Once these had been cleaned and bandaged, Grendal ordered him moved to the recovery bed, where he would whisper the incantation to wake him. He waited for the sergeant to appear, knowing she would.<br/><br/>Sergeant Melenath had made her report, and changed clothing before stopping by the infirmary to check on her human. The Council was not pleased. The Sceptre was a sacred object, why was it on a back road and subject to thieves? Was this young man a thief? All these questions she had for the human when he awoke. She entered the room where he lay face down on the bed, covered in sheets. Eril cleared her throat and stood by the bedside as Grendal chanted the spell to wake her prisoner. For that he was, for now. She had assigned two guards to watch him round the clock, in shifts. Turning to Grendal she queried him softly. "How is he doing? Will he survive? I have many questions of him." Her query in Elven.<br/><br/>"He is strong and almost violent when awake. But I suspect that he will be too sore and weak to do anything until he is recovered fully. That might take weeks. Humans are notoriously slow to heal. He should wake soon, when he does, he may be confused and unable to remember anything. I suggest you give him a day or more to recover. We will treat him as any patient and let him relax and heal." He glanced at the assigned guards. "He won't be going anywhere fast. Perhaps the guards can wait outside the room?"<br/><br/>Eril nodded and the two guards moved to just out of sight on the other side of the door. The one window in the room was not open enough for anyone to climb through, and it was small anyway. A fresh breeze wafted through it, smelling of flowers. The sergeant waited patiently for the man to wake. The healer stood on one side of the bed and she on the other. Grendal murmured the spell to reverse his earlier sleep spell. Slowly the spell released its hold on his consciousness.<br/><br/>