The Ivory Crescent

Cormi scanned the sky for a few moments, turning about herself, one hand reaching over her shoulder ready to draw another arrow. Seeing nothing, she rehooked her bow so that it lay against her back, and turned to the farmer. She nodded at the half elf, plucking the cloth from her hands. She stood beside the farmer, and pressed the cloth to his wound, applying as much pressure as her small arms could manage. She'd done herself plenty of injuries in her time, some more dangerous than others, and her training as a forest warden had included how to survive on her own in a forest. She might have had the advantage of a small size, but that guaranteed nothing, so forest survival had included basic first aid. She looked up at the group.
"Anyone see anything?" She asked the group. She also wanted to make sure those bats didn't come back too quick.

Slowly, Kitherine lowered his crossbow, watching the bats and their riders wheel away. He eased the string back, removing the bolt he had laid there and placing it back in its quiver – no need to waste it on something that was already leaving. If the things came back, he would kill it then. Replacing the crossbow in its place on his bag, he raised one hand gently to stroke the small, venom-green head of his familiar.

Stinky goblins, noisy bats, Koth complained. Why can’t they all just go and die?

Make the snake shut up, Kitherine? Kinari’s soul complained at the back of Kitherine’s mind. I’m trying to sleep.

“Both of you shut up,” Kitherine told them as quietly as he could, well aware that the rest of the party might see him talking to himself, but not particularly caring. He was not about to tell them who he was really conversing with, and they were just going to have to get used to his inward conversations.
Pulling his horse carefully up alongside the wagon, the mage dismounted, brushing back his long hair. He made no move to help, watching through unfathomable eyes and waiting for the party to decide their next move. He did not participate in such decisions. As long as it was good for him, he was along for the ride, and when that changed… well, that was to be determined when things changed.

Torgrimm hefted his spear from the dirt as the goblins fled. "A spineless lot, none worthy for a warriors death anyway." His insult directed to now dead attacker who had fallen from his perch. Taking a moment to survey the situation, he tried to find something he could be of assistance with, the farmers boy seemed shaken, but unharmed, the farmer situation needed to be dealt with soon or he would bleed out, and the goblin corpse needed to be disposed of before it started to rot and attract more of the forests denizens.

Not twelve hours and this trip is already going south, and if Wildsgate keep is any more than one day away, I doubt any wound dressings will hold death away long enough. His lack of knowledge on formal medicine made him wary of the man's wounds, and the job was crowded anyway so he turned to the elf hovering over the limp body instead. He made a quick stride over to the small elf and knelt down at her side. He took a moment to try and figure out what he had landed on, but it was apparent very quickly that the fall had broken it's neck. "It has passed on, we should remove it from the road lest anything comes along for an easy meal, would you have it burned or thrown into the treeline?" He would have under normal circumstances wished to bury the creature, but the farmers injury meant that time was scarce. With his hand, he grabbed the creatures face as to examine it more effectively, it was hideous, not that he had room to judge it, and he was unable to tell its gender, nor was he willing to check. By his judge it weighed the same as an average farm pig and could be disposed of fairly easily depending on the wishes of the traveling party.

Valence watched the others silently, through eyes that seemed dissinterested, and yet took everything in. Help the village...
He supposed that there was bound to be something in it for him.

"I agree," he murmured, even as he absentmindedly pulled Koth from underneath his robes. The violent green snake hissed and flicked his little tongue, twisting his way around Valence's wrist. It did not even occur to the mage that the presence of such a lethally venemous viper might make some people... nervous. "We are here either way. We might as well be of some use before we move along."

You're too nice, Kinari grumbled sleepily in the back of Valence's mind. The mage did his best to ignore that voice - the constant commentary did not help anyone, but it was something he had to live with.

Cormi guided the farmer's hand to apply the pressure to his own shoulder, for she could not reach once he was standing. She listened in on the discussion of what to do with the goblin's body, before stepping up to add her thoughts. She lowered her voice slightly, so that she wouldn't alarm the farmer or his son
"Whatever you do with it, do it quickly. The farmer needs to see a doctor, and it'd help not to take to long about it." She stated. She turned away from the group to see about retrieving her pony, spotting it a few metres away, chewing on some grass. She had an inkling of perhaps galloping ahead, so that there could be a doctor ready and waiting.