Aris Cretu frowned, "Should I get a medic or a smith to help you?"

Ilelahne SiDabolo rolled her eyes, "both, and two sets of strong muscles as well!"

"On it ma'am!" Aris turned and hustled for the convent. He met Lord Wavethunder and his raised eyebrow just inside of the door. "No threat sir. One civilian down. Lady SiDabolo is seeing to his treatment, but she requests a medic, a smith, and a couple of strong helpers to move her patient."

Lord Wavthunder's eyebrow stayed adhered to his hairline, "Who is the civilian? and who was the figure in black?"

"The civilian goes by the name of Innoch. The figure in black was Black Cloak."

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The second eyebrow joined the first, "Black Cloak? The same one who...?"

Aris nodded, "and then some, if I'm getting all the pieces put together properly. Still, crisis mostly over, her Majesty is safe, and I'm overdue to make an Appearance at the dance."

"Mostly?"

"Lady SiDabolo still needs help, probably quiet-like, but that's about it."

"Ah. And the smith?"

Aris leaned his greatsword inside the door and straightened his shirt. "Innoch, the civillian, is a warforged. Now, if you've got this under control, I'll go ahead and make my Appearance to reassure my people that all is well."

Lord Wavethunder watched Aris' departing back for a moment, his brain running in circles. He could only summon up one word to express his thoughts. "What.”