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Good morning Demo.
You missed Asche and Asura.

Hope not many injured ones have been brought in today.

"What did they have to say Dragoness?" Demo returns with blood splatters on his armor.

Espy looked up. "Are you alright?" she asked, not looking at Demo but smelling the blood.

Sadrain opened and closed her mouth, as Espy had voiced her question first.

Demo laughed a hearty laugh and laid down his sword. "i am insulted that you would not know it is the blood of our enemies." Demo gave a cocky smile.

Dem came into the tent and wrinkled her nose a little. "Yech, it stinks of loyalist in here." she then notices Demo, covered in splatters of blood. "Oh, it's you."

"Well, considering your little armor that cannot be doing much to protect you..." Sadrain shook her head slightly.

Bringing in the daily supply, folks~ *carries in a large barrel* That's the fruit. I had a special visitor today, so I thought I would bring you all a barrel of pomegranates, fresh from my own farms. Sooo many trees XD

There's a wagon full of food and water outside. The wagon and mules are ALSO a gift. I'll be walking back to the bar now, it's only a few yards off anyway~ Have a good day folks ^_^

Shadow Mask whom was passing the tent at that moment, quirked eyebrow. "A farm there, a bar here... is there something this man doesn't apparently have?"

Seeing shadow, he turns to greet her. Hey there! Wait up, how have you been? *holding up another crate to carry in* Lookin for some food? I've got plenty XD

*eyes widen excitedly* Thank you for these gifts! I have not had pomegranates in... in...I don't last remember.

*begins to help carry the supplies in*

It's quite sad that I am eating better foods in the heat of battle than I did under the 'freedom' of the foul Queen's rule. At a price, of course but... *grins softly and takes out a fruit and bites it* Mmmm...heavenly.

Glad you are enjoying them. It's a joy to get to see someone enjoy my gifts...

*comes in tent severely injured* Help~

Her brow furrowed, although it was not behind the mask she seemed to never take off. With sharp gesture, she motioned to her bloodied clothes. "I am doing like any soldier. I am on my way to clean up, so, if you don't mind." The girl turned to leave again. Something in man's (whose name she still did not know) cheerful, "I-don't-have-a-care-in-world-eve-now" attitude ticked her off.

Hermes frowned, sad for the girl. 'There just seems to be no joy in her...' He thought to himself, 'Or maybe I'm just too upbeat?'

No, not at all...Good luck out there, I guess. He carried the box into the tent, and began to see to Echo.

I'm no magician, but I can stitch a wound like any doctor.