Festival of Halina: Adventurers Gone Wild! (Orsal Judging)

[Bront]

She looks like she's just been knocked unconsious, though no serious damage other than a bump on the head. The cloth looks like it was pulled tight at one point, and there's a hint of makup on it.

Oirihandir invokes the music of healing as he lays a gentile hand on Scarlet, who caughs and opens her eyes woosily.

 

[Bront]

*Lasair smiles but chooses to leave them alone as she heads to a solitary spot in the camp and begins to meditate.*

Carsis waves to Lasair and heads off to his own camp. "Sleep well Miss Lasair"

 

[El Jefe]

Oirihandir invokes the music of healing as he lays a gentile hand on Scarlet, who caughs and opens her eyes woosily.

"Scarlet! My dear, how are you? I was so worried for you!" The words tumbled out as Oirhandir tended to the beautiful elf.

He met her eyes, then looked about, wondering if the other shop-keepers had been able to chase down the kidnappers, then returned his gaze to her countenance.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"You as well. Sleep well and may you wake in the morning."

 

[Bront]

Scarlet moves a hand to her head, holding it tenderly.

"I... I think I'm ok." she says. "My head's swimming."

 

[Bront]

"You as well. Sleep well and may you wake in the morning."

"May you wake as well Miss Lasair." Carsis heads off.

 

[El Jefe]

"I... I think I'm ok." she says. "My head's swimming."

"Just rest, then", Oirhandir replied. Gently, he helped her sit up. "Do you remember anything of what happened? And did you have anything in your belt pouch besides some coin?"

 

[Bront]

"Just rest, then", Oirhandir replied. Gently, he helped her sit up. "Do you remember anything of what happened? And did you have anything in your belt pouch besides some coin?"

"No... just some gold..." she says. "I turned around... then this cloth was over my face, and then a pain..." she winces.

If any shopkeeper caught up with them, they're well out of sight at the moment.

 

[El Jefe]

"I turned around... then this cloth was over my face, and then a pain..." she winces.

"Where does it hurt?", asked the elf. He still had a little healing magic left; maybe he could ease her pain with that. While waiting for an answer, he picked up the little white cloth, still bearing the imprint of her face. "Was this yours, or something they used?..." He trailed off as he took in the strangeness of it all. Reflexively, he sniffed the cloth, perhaps thinking of Troi's sleuthing earlier in the day. He recognized Scarlet's scent on it, but was there something else?

 

[Bront]

"Just my head." she says. "No, that's not mine."

Sometimes, all the healing magic in the world won't help, and this seems like one of those times. She seems whole, just sore from her ordeal.