The Long, Dark Night

Isla this won't hurt a bit Word had spread through the Sanctuary like wildfire. One monster. Four combatants. Two captains down. Well, ex-captains technically, but old habits were hard to break. The infirmary was still in its early stages, but after meeting an alchemist and fashioning something that roughly resembled a fraction of her equipment back in Northaven, Isla felt a little more confident. Which was good, because with the arrival of Roana and Ronin, she had her work cut out for her. The urge to panic and call for any reinforcements necessary was quickly stifled - more hands would make clumsy work, right now. Roana was the most immediate emergency, or so she had assumed, and Isla had set to work quickly to operate, stop the bleeding and close the lacerations. That in itself took her until sunset - by which time the other captain, it seemed, was getting worse. It was at that point that Isla found the jagged fang still embedded in one of the wounds - wounds that were inflamed and had caused a mighty fever to rage through the former baron. She took the tooth away for further examination - for now, though, the only thing they could do was ride it out and search desperately for anything to cleanse the bite wound. Roana