The sorceress was sent into the mansion and one of the isolated rooms, before Draiss followed along behind the party, and sat down on one of the cathedral benches that wasn't against a wall or occupied by someone more injured than he was. His wounds were painful, annoying as all hell since they interfered with his spell casting, but he wouldn't die from them, which put him at the bottom of the healing list. And he would berate any cleric that tried to treat him before all the more seriously wounded individuals were treated. And since more were coming in, he was in for a painful night. He did hand over the two healing wands that he had on him, a cure light wounds wand with a bit more than forty charges, and a cure moderate wound wand that was less than half full. After that, he just sat there and suffered in silence, having no inclination to move except to chase off healers that tried to help him instead of the more critically wounded.<br/><br/>He did, however, as for the Lord to come over when he had a moment, just so they could plan how he could best capitalize on defending the city. While doing that, he checked the threads, seeing if Lady Tredora would accept the Lord if he proposed, and what acts that would normally be benefical but stonewalled by stubborn nobles could be snuck past them while the commoners were singing the Lord's praises. However, Draiss did figure if he was lucky, the Lord would be able to see to him sometime in the morning, after he had passed out from exhaustion after all the fighting.