"I'm sure you'll see her around soon enough. Probably just stuck in the crowds and trying to find you! I wonder where Izanami is. It's about to start isn't it? She brought a big procession of her clan with her. I was very lucky! I was given prime location to watch... On her shoulder!" he said, finishing with a big giggle.

"Well, I can't say fairer than that. Though I feel I should be able to repay or be of service in return. Is there anything you need of or are looking for?" he didn't know if there would be anything that he could do but the offer felt right. For a brief moment he thought about suggesting a friend for Mischief. In his mind, this seemed very funny as he thought of Kamille standing with two ravens, one upon each shoulder taking it in turns to squawk. He gave a little laugh to himself.

He then tried to think of a white bird for contrast but it didn't seem as funny, although maybe with it sticking out so much against everything else could have its amusement. 

"Izanami? Who is that? A friend of yours? Sounds like a personality! And you don’t need to worry about it. Maybe you could just visit me sometime at Moonglade and tell me some stories about your people. That would be more than enough."

After all the time they spent together, just preparing the tent and talking, finally something happened. Someone appeared at the door of the tent, a human man, that despite looking quite well kept, had quite a gash on his arm. He held his wounded arm by the elbow and blood dripped between his fingers. He wore a simple studded leather armor and pants.

"Ahm... is this the medical tent?"

"And so our job begins!"

Kamille jumped up from where she was seated and walked over to the man.

"Is the first fight over already? At least you don’t look too hurt..."

"I... ahm... lost..."

"With a blow to the head? I can see that."

She guided him into the tent and had him sit down on a stool. Despite the gash on his arm, the blood dripping and his tore shirt he seemed rather... composed. His eyes were a bit scaredy as he took in the surroundings of the tent, but he didn’t give the vibe one gets when one's fresh out of battle.

His hair was brushed back.

"She is a dragonkin I met out in the deadwood. I watched her take down a giant by herself. Then when back to darkveil she showed me the arena there and fights and all that goes on there. It was quite the sight (not yet happened)". He says, remembering the fights. "You know, I think I'd rather quite like that. Perhaps after this is done, I'll take you up on the offer." his voice is of definite glee and his face a picture of happiness. If you look carefully, you'll see a dimple to one of his cheeks.

It was strange, Elrodan didn't think he'd heard any of the fights begin, still. "Who were you up against? You possibly got away lightly with just that done to your arm. What was it like? Have you been to the fighting pits in darkveil? Was it like those?" half forgetting as he continued that the man was injured and here for help.

Sparky left Elrodan to go up and guard the cups like like Kamille had advised earlier. 

The man seemed a bit overwhelmed by that many questions. Then he put one hand to his head, as if to signal that his head hurt. Maybe he was hit in the head and was a bit confused, as Kamille suggested.

In reality, he started to realize pretty quickly they seemed suspicious of him. Even before Kamille would take a look at his wound, she started to prepare something at the table, mixing some powders and herbs here and there.

The man shot a few quick glances over to her back and Elrodan, still a bit weirded out. His vibe wasn't checking in, but finally he decided to answer something.

"I was... against... that dragon lady... she's... strong..."

In no time, Kamille was back with a cup of whatever.

"Here, drink this first. It'll help you restore your strength."

The man looked at the cup, still holdingh is elbow, not making the efford to take the cup just yet.

Elrodan was very confused. "You... Went up against the dragonkin? And you won because clearly that is not what you would look like if you lost..." his voice sounding incredulous soon turned mournful then into mild mistrust or anger as he continued "I can't believe I missed her match. How did you win? You couldn't have won? Not against her? Where is Izanami? What are her wounds?" he then flies closer, inspecting the man. Looking at his injuries and assessing him all over.

Wanting answers, he flaps Kamille's arm with the cup back. Was this man really able to take down the dragonkin? He couldn't imagine how, yet there were many things in the world. People wanting to be a god, those who would cheat and steal, even Izanami seemed beyond belief when he first met her.

The man seemed confused and a bit taken aback for a moment, as he looked over to Elrodan and the pieces started to fall into place.

"You were with her..."

He thought to mention Izanami because she was one of the most well known competitors for her arrival. And, now he remembered, Elrodan was there, on her shoulder. Between the fairy's questioning and the woman's quizzed gaze, he had enough.

"CRAW! SHINNY!"

Mischief was the first to see. Something shinning glinted under the man's shirt: it was a small blade. With his wounded arm he tried to hit Elrodan, slapping him out of the way. With his other hand, supposedly holding his wounded arm, he reached for the blade and quickly stood up to try and stab Kamille. He missed his first try, as Kamille threw the scorching hot tea on his face and jumped to the side.

The man yelled in pain.

"You people have messed up with our plans for too long!"

The swipe from the man knocked him sideways. Elrodan took a moment to compose himself and realise the situation before letting a angry "Hey!" and darting in behind the man's head. From there he smacks and kicks at the man's head, occasionally pulling hair for that extra force and distraction that he could put in.

Sparky, seemingly a bit more with it when it came to combat started moving as soon as the blow was landed on Elrodan. The little mote preparing to launch his fire, his little mouth appearing and oscillating as it did. As soon as the little fire creature was in range, he started spewing fourth the fire, peppering the man with small flames on his torso, arms, and face. Some of ones landing on his clothes stayed alight for a short bit.

Elrodan had never really minded not being a fighter, except when Selith had left, but now, now he wished it again. Someone had attacked him and one he felt he could call a friend. The more he hit the man, if rather with futility, the more he angered himself until at last he changed tack and used his teeth to bite as hard as he could at the back of the man's neck. 

The man tried a few swings at Kamille, that at the moment was the bigest target for him to hit, when Elrodan started kicking and biting at him. Kamille managed to avoid the attacks by going under the working table and emerging on the other side - now with the table between them.

Mischief joined Elrodan in trying to pester the man, and for a moment the two of them seemed to get him occupied enough, as he winged around aimlesly trying to hit one of them. Soon, there were flames too, and he started trying to step back. The raven was cawing furiously at the man's ears, but he still heard Kamille yell.

"Step away all of you!"

The whole time the fairy, the raven and the fire mote were pestering the man, Kamille was preparing a spell. Flames and sparks flickered around her forearms and claws, as a ball of fire was forming. In the blink of an eye, everything happened: Mischief bumped into Elrodan, as if to throw them both out of the way, as a ball of fire was shot and hit the man in the chest, making him fly out of the tent with the force of the impact.

He did, however, noticed what she was doing, and instead of trying to reach her, he threw his dagger at her.

With the force and impact of the fireball, everything around swirled and fell from the tables, as if a strong wind had passed by. Good thing she hadn't made the potions yet.

The interior of the tent got quiet, and the first one to recover was Mischief. He started to caw furiously and flew out of the tent, surely to pursue the person. Kamille, however, wouldn't pursue, for at the same time she hit the man with a fireball, his dagger sunk into her shoulder.

The final act as Mischief flapped to bring Elrodan away was to fishhook the man with his fingers. With his prompt moving away the man spat away Elrodan's fingers, and as Elrodan moved away so he was able to see said spittle fly at his fierce little companion Sparky that had still been plaguing the man with fire. As little as it was, it was still enough that the little fire was extinguished. Elrodan watched the little mote, quickly fade into a puff of smoke that blew away in the wind which wrenched at Elrodan's heart and distracted him from all else for the moment.

The magic that hit the man did little to ease the fairy's mind, but it sure seemed to be enough to have him depart the scene and for the moment that was enough with Mischief on the attack once more. He turned to Kamille to see if she would continue or recall Mischief but the sight broke into him like a mallet a matchbox. "NOOOO!! No! No! No! Not you too!" He cries rushing over to her. One hand caressing her cheek as he looks into her eyes pleads "Please! Please! Be ok!". He looks to the dagger and starts pulling the evil mans knife out of her shoulder. Within moments, he builds the green magical energy within his hands, it's glow radiating light in the nearby area. He thrusts both hands onto the wound, sealing and repairing the damage. "They won't have you too." As he feels the magic do it's work, he leans in and kisses the site of the wound, before giving a sigh and backing off. "Are... you.. ok?" he asks with slight trepidation despite having dealt with far more serious wounds to the elves back home. 

Kamille stumbled back with the force of the impact, but seemed well enough to have a seat.

"Mischief! Come back!"

Despite being hit, she seemed worried about the raven, who went after the man. She helped Elrodan take out the knife off her shoulder in one, firm pull. She left the knife on the table and pressed her wound to stop the bleeding. Kamille was pale, taking deep breaths, but overall seemed okay. She stood silent and still as Elrodan healed her. His magic felt warm and relieving to her, like lighting up a fireplace in a cold night. She was a good patient, allowing the fairy to heal her to the end without any impediment.

"Well... At the very least... I'm already at the medical tent..."

She gave a light chuckle at that, finally raising her eyes to the fairy. Despite the blood being drained from her face, she seemed well enough.

"Thank you, Elrodan... I owe you one."

She tried to get up, but changed her mind and sat again. Her eyes caught the dagger that was sunk into her shoulder and took it to give it a good look. It looked like the dagger those cultists used...

"This looks familiar..."

"It is good to see you have not lost your humour with that blood. And you owe me nothing. We are friends, or at least I'd like to think so. I mean, you did invite me to yours right? Still, tough! I'm classing you as a friend no matter what you say." He laughs as he moves back to give her some space.

"You recognise the dagger? I mean besides that guy holding it before throwing it at you." For a moment, he looks down at the small stone box at his side and then quickly moves to start clearing up. "Such a mess. Please, get a little rest and keep talking. I... I'll clear up." He says, then busying himself with all of the bits around that have been knocked, blown or generally displaced during the brief period of the man being there. 

    I haven't given much thought to what I expected of an infirmary, but the large tent with a slightly smoking interior that looked like…a battlefield was not what I was expecting.

      After our match, Throkka kindly carried me over to the medical tent. "...Y-you should probably get looked over too" I said, concerned. I debated telling him about the horror story that was Amos' attempt at taking a swig, but I was interrupted. A man ran past us, I didn't get too good of a look of his features, but he appeared to a) be coming from the infirmary b) had a raven chasing him c) was lightly singed. I eyed the tent. "I think you should put me down….just in case" we meet a disaster, I left unsaid.

    What greeted us inside was a bit of a disaster, but thankfully not the immediately dangerous kind. Blankets, papers, gauze, and pretty much everything else in the room was on the floor, including two people, a knife and a lot of blood.

     "Hello, uh, excuse us…., we just finished our round… if you're busy, is there a place we can just….or, never mind that, need help? I just need a few splints…and that looks like a lot of blood…" should I bring up the guy getting chased by the crow? He's probably the one who did the stabbing, judging by the way the only other person in the room was fretting over the injury. Maybe later, I thought, getting treatment for everyone here comes first.

The walk to the medical went well until a singed man burst backward out the tent hitting the ground. That man got up and threw a dagger in the tent, a crow fly out the tent. The hooded man ran down my path while being chased by a crow. "Once I deal with an unwelcome guest." Throkka said as the man only got a few inches from the him before being trip by the dragonkin tail. The crow got to the down man first and start to peck at him heavily, the hooded man tried to get up while defending himself from the bird. With 2 kicks and a heavy stomp to the head he is properly knock out, still holding Natsunats. He drag the knock out man with his tail along way towards the tent while the crow perch on the shoulder of Throkka.

"I think you should put me down….just in case" she said as we walk through the tents flaps. The interior of the tent is a mess, medical supplies strewn about the floor. A small person is in progress of picking the mess on the floor and the other person seem pale from blood loss.

Throkka gently placed Natsunats on the closet cot as the dragonkin went to grab available rope to tie up the knockout man.

"Ooo patients! No don't worry. Please come in, come in! This mess will wait. Yes, yes, on one of those beds would be good. Kamille, can you.... Ooo!" Elrodan had quickly shoved most of the mess into a spare shelf and was moving to help when he noticed the dragonkin dragging their attacker behind him.

Various thoughts passed his mind, violence and anger towards the man; a certain amount of fear but also respect for the dragonkin having known what Izanami was capable of, this one being of bigger build but less spines and just one tail. Then there was the woman he bore, clearly the one needing treatment but generously offering help, he liked her spirit.

"Did you want to deal with him while I help these?" he says to kamille before turning to the contestants. "Are you both injured? Please just sit or lay on the bed, whichever is most comfortable for you and I'll be right to seeing you back as good as new.". With that he already starts calling forth his healing energy to his fingers, walking towards the woman. "My name is Elrodan by the way. Pleased to meet you."

The little fairy hovers in the air does a small bow then moved closer ready to treat. 

As fate would have it, the man was caught by real competitors when he made his way out. Mischief perched up on the dragonkin's shoulder, dancing happily as if he was the one that downed the man himself. She took a good look at the messy place, the competitors and Elrodan. Despite loosing a little bit of blood, she was tended quite quickly - it was mostly the shock of the situation, but now it seemed all under control.

"Mischief, call the guards, they will take this man. Let us not handle this here."

"CRAW! GUARDS! GUARDS! GUAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!"

The raven flew off once again, his screams for the guards fading in the distance. Given his lack of discretion, soon enough they would probably have a few guards on the tent. Kamille finally turned her attention fully to the competitors.

"Forgive us for this mess. This was... unexpected."

She went to her working table once again, starting to arrange things well enough so she could start to make a new concoction. While Elrodan handled the healing per se. While she waited for the tea to be ready and while Elrodan healed the woman, she took a good look at the downed man. He wasn't familiar - neither did he bore any symbols. He tried to disguise himself, apparently.

Suddenly, the tent was invaded by a couple of guards with swords in hand, making Kamille take a fright and jump back. Mischief perched up on her shoulder - well, at least he was rather effective in calling for help, she wondered. They were patroling close to the tent anyway, and for all the drama the raven was making, they seemed to think the fight was still happening. Kamille quickly explained the situation to the guards.

"This man came in here and attacked us. I think it would be of good caution to lock him up until we can figure out his motivations."

The guards seemed to agree, and after asking Throkka to let go of the man, they took him swiftly. Finally, Kamille sighed with relief, turning to Throkka.

"Thanks a lot for helping. What is your name? My name is Kamille, and I'll get you some tea to restore your energy, hold up."

Once the tea was ready, she gave Throkka a cup. It wasn't a healing potion per se, just some kind of warm tea to help him charge up his energy faster. Next, she approached Natsunats and offered the other cup.

"Are you okay? What's your name, dear?"