[Closed] I can hear it Calling

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Alistair, Anders, Anduin, Hanzo, Inessa, Merrill, Nathaniel, Val
WHAT: A race to save a life
WHEN: Start of the month
WHERE: Northern Anderfels
NOTES: Medical matters, pain, NPC death.

It's hard to tell when the dust begins to clear, because many trees are left smoldering, sending smoke up in a gigantic marker of where something has just happened. There are injuries, there are scared griffons... and there's a massive Great Dragon corpse alongside the far smaller Venatori ones. It's a loss. She's a loss. But it had come down to her or them and quite frankly none of them were ready to die just yet.

Anders takes a breath before heading over to the rapidly cooling body, pulling his belt knife out and then several stoppered vials.

"There's salt and wrappings in Buggsy's saddlebags, if someone doesn't mind getting it. We'll salt some of the flesh to preserve it, get her heart, get what blood we can, and be on our way. I don't... We likely can't stay here long, but those things are needed." As he talks, he's cutting open her forearm and dribbling blood into a vial. "Does anyone else need anything from her?"

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[chainlightning]

It isn't her place to agree or disagree to demands, and so Merrill doesn't. She keeps her hands busy instead, helping unpack what supplies they do have that might be needed for this. She keeps a wary eye on Nathaniel, then on the other Wardens, then the door - if they're attacked now, she's going to be very upset.