Xaver
Xaver ventures into camp, and receives directions from several soldiers to the medic tent. Inside, several men are extracting an arrow from a man's shoulder. Xaver demands a medic, and they all seem to ignore him until he mentions the words "Injured King." Three medics immediately break off from the surgery, ask him where to go, and then head off to the site. Xaver leaves the tent, deciding he is not too eager to see the arrow leave the bone.
Kull
Kull thanks the medics, then walks outside, stating loudly that he needs a drink. Within seconds, some cheery looking fellow walks over with a pitcher of something. Kull grabs a stone mug and thanks the lad. He smells the drink. Rather fruity. Drinking it, he recognizes the delicious taste of caveberry beer. Brewed to perfection.
Ulric
Ulric waits, continuing to pin the struggling man. A few minutes later, a trio of medics arrive to investigate. While two go to the king immediately, the third breaks off and walks over to the would-be assassin. "Oh my." He says. "I didn't know that the prince was on the battlefield today. However did this happen? His father stated he was NOT to be on the front lines. How did he get shot? Why are you holding him down like that? Get off him, let me heal the poor man. You're not doing him any good."
Delekates
"Hmmm? Well, what kind of question is that? We're here to capture the keep! This keep has a prison on the top two floors. Rumors have it that several important military officers are held captive up there, being tortured. Our mission was to recover them, and take the keep. I only hope we're not too late..."
Castor
"Eh. We'll probably mop up here, then begin advancing. I've heard we're heading into enemy territory, possibly with two further battles, until we return to the capital to restock. After that, I don't know. You might get promoted. You might get discharged. You might get transferred. Any of those three things might happen to me."