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    Raisa gave a slight nod of her head. "Good." It would be a shame if she had got badly hurt even if she doesn't quite know her. She thought about the woman's question and shook her head. "Possibly. When I first arrived earlier this evening I did a small survey of the town. I think there was something of similar sorts a few streets over from the tavern we first met at." She didn't do to much of an in depth look at the town since she only expected to be there for a night.
    Raisa gave a small smile to her. "I'm okay. Thank you for your concern." Raisa continued with her. Once again she gave a thanks but added on at the end. "Truthfully your fighting skill is impressive."

    In all honesty uninterested in the women's conversation Johnathan was looting the bodies and checking that they were dead, just to make sure, and of course to get back the money he'd lost gambling. As he worked at this the pain of his wounds was settling in, he didn't even notice what wounds he had taken during the battle, but the red running down his left calf was hard to miss, though he couldn't name when it happened. He stopped his work, leaning against the wall and looking at the wound the best he could... it was dark red, staining what fabric covered his light, mostly chain mail armor. He winced as he found a few, more minor, cuts and bruises along him self, carefully prodding at where the blood or pain come frame.

    The assassin looked over the bodies of the guards, if he was honest, he was impressed with the others who joined in on the fight. He hissed slightly. Garroth held his arm, grimacing at the sight. Jonathan was right, if he didn't get it properly taken care of, it would get infected. He turned his attention to Atlanta, who offered to heal his arm, surprised. He looked at the others, hoping that they are alright. "I.. please." He said. "How.. How are you all doing?" He asked the others.


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    [center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]While she waited for a response from Garroth, she had been gazing into his eyes and blocking out the conversations going on around her. However, she knew without having to look that her healing job likely would not end here. The other two warriors, the tall man and the fiery-haired girl, had likely been injured, and Atlanta intended to heal both of them if they wanted it.


    However, once receiving the consent she needed from Garroth, she jutted her hands out over his wound. "Hold still." Immediately after she spoke, a shimmery, pale yellow light began to appear over Garroth's wound. Due to its size and severity, it would likely take much longer than healing Jonathan's head wound had, and it would probably drain Atlanta more as well. Slowly, the gash began to repair itself. It took a lot less time than Atlanta had expected it to, and when she was finished she found herself with loads of energy left over. That kind of surprised her, and that showed on her face as when she pulled her hands away from the wound, her eyes were wide with shock. Her surprise subsided as she turned to everyone else. "Does anyone else need healing?"

    Johnathan begin to try and speak up but was interrupted by a bit of something that spoke out what he wanted to say clearly, he coughed up a bit of blood suddenly, adding to the already pooling gore on the ground. Though he spit blood the thing he realized in this moment was that he'd have to clean his boots after this... they were going to be positively disgusting after this was over with, but on to something more important, "I've got a bad gash on my left calf..." He looked meaningfully at the young girl, "Since you were offering..." The second statement was a little sarcastic, and he gave a slight, lopsided smirk at his own jest about the wound that clearly needed healing.

    [center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]At Jonathan's call, the short blonde strolled over to the weakened knight. She was almost tempted to walk slightly slower to draw out his pain thanks to his sarcastic remark. However, this man had fought valiantly as did the rest of the group, and she felt she owed him this. Maybe next time.


    As she got closer, the crimson traces of life staining his clothes became clearly visible in the twilight. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. At one point in her life she had healed some serious (non-fatal) wounds, and this was no different. The short female sat on her knees beside him, and grasping his leg as carefully as possible, leaned in to examine the wound. "It's pretty deep..." As she leaned back to face him, she let go of his leg. "It's probably going to leave a scar. Hope you're okay with that." Leaning forward again, she placed one hand on top of the other, and pushed them against the wound, cringing at the feeling of the sticky red fluid. Normally she wouldn't have put her hands on the wound, but for a wound as deep as Jonathan's, she needed all of her power to seep into the wound so it would heal successfully. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to guarantee fast results.


    Like Garroth's wound, after a short time a shimmering, pale yellow light began to appear around the site of the wound. It began to heal, albeit slowly. It would likely take a few minutes to heal, and she did not want to fill that time with empty silence. So, while still healing the gash in his leg, Atlanta looked up at Jonathan. "What's your name?" the blonde spoke. A slight tilt of the head complimented her inquiry.

    Lillian nodded in thanks to Raisa's kind words. "Likewise," she replied, "without your help, the outcome of the fight might have been very different. In fact, everyone here showed great skill in the way they fought..." As she trailed off her expression turned pensive, and her thoughts went to the reason that they had all banded together in the first place: the Queen. Perhaps this group would be willing to fight again for the same cause of usurping her plans?


    She shook herself from her musings just in time to watch one of the other women heal another member of their party. The man from the inn, Lillian realised, the one who the guards - and later, herself - had been trying to find. Perhaps now she would be able to get some answers. "I am well," she replied when the man in question posed one of his own, "though I might ask the same of you. The Queen's men can be a nasty bunch, as I'm sure everyone here now knows. May I ask, however, why were they looking for you in particular?"


    Her gaze was trained on the recently-healed man with renewed intensity, as she waited for him to answer. She was vaguely aware of the healer's ongoing conversation with the other man from the tavern, but made no move to interrupt them. At the moment, she was more concerned with other things. Niceties could wait.

    Garroth turned his attention to Lillian, he gave a sigh. "Indeed. My- the Queen's men are always rough around the edges." As much as the assassin did not like it, he was gonna have to tell them, he did owe them that. "Considering you lot had helped me out.. I'll tell you. They were sent to find me and bring me back to the Queen, after I made a disappearance from the castle." He said blatantly. "I do not wish to be apart of... my mothers 'kingdom'." There was a hint of venom in his tone when he said 'mother', and he held a serious look. "So, I decided to leave. And hope to find others who wish to bring her down."


    "However.. I am slightly worried, in regarding with her ways to bring me 'home'."

    Johnathan responded to the blonde's question as she healed the wound, he'd never liked being healed by magic, it gave this weird sort of pins and needles tingling sensation, but he'd learned to live with it, "My name's Johnathan... Yours?" He didn't bother adding his last name, he didn't share it often because most people made the connection to his father, and immediately felt sorry for him, or stared in awe at him. He wasn't sure if he should stick with this group or not, from what he'd figured the fellow the guards had been after could very well be The Queen's son, but he wanted to take down The Queen and he wasn't sure if it could be done by so openly working with such a fellow.