To the Inn! Unbar those doors!
The doors open and out steps Lance, seemingly having found his equipment as he now carries a staff in hand and has a lance strapped to his back.
"Oh, hello there Elysia. How goes the battle? I found my gear; apparently one of my companions though it'd be hilarious to hide them. Is there anyway I can help?"Elysia cast Aenbarr a smile after healing up the others from their pain (and ensuring the downed foes who were still alive were stabilized--though unconscious--by cauterizing the wounds). She wondered if there was a whole deep side to the Tarvos that what she currently saw--well, deeper, anyway.
"He's just resting young one," Elysia said, managing to omit 'just as the rest of them' to add tact to the situation. While the militia and professional volunteer force was trained to incapacitate and kill--the same was said about those who knew how to heal. "I've applied the rest of my vulnerary on him. He'll live."
Aenbarr had already moved away to check on his wounded allies when Dominic began uttering his last words, therefore denying the dying fighter the honor of having his parting words heard. The Tarvos didn't consider men like him warriors, seeing them only as cowards who murdered the innocent.
"No, he is not dead." Having said that, he let Elysia explain things since she seemed the type who liked children.
With both the magical lady and the Tarvos' reassurance that the Doog wasn't dead the boy wiped his tears and waited for the Doog to rise; he had something to give him. He didn't have to wait long, after receiving the vulnerary the Doog began to stir and soon enough he was unshifted and sitting upright. Almost immediately the boy was fussing over him.
"Are you okay mister? You and your friends got hurt protecting me right?"The Doog was, understandably, confused.
"Huh? I'm fine. And I hardly deserve your thanks kid, they're the ones who did most of the work. I'm just a drifter, they're hired guards."The boy had a hard time believing that these people were mere guards, most of the guards could barely hold their own in a battle; or at least the ones he'd seen anyway. He turned towards Larini.
"Is it true? Are you one of the guards and not super strong mercenaries?"