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         Her eyes flitted between the two palms he held up to face her. So he wasn't going to set her on fire. What a relief. It had been a tough day for her without that.

People were darting about frantically; injured friends slung over their shoulders, family members colliding in the torrential streets having found each other, emitting strangled cries and hysterical laughter in relief. She spotted a lone person carrying a jar of something that looked like salve. Of course, the number of burn injuries would be high.

She listened to the man, half-in half-out of her bewildered daze. Every now and again she would focus enough to glare at the stranger. It was a few seconds before she realised he had stopped talking since she'd been distracted by her own thoughts of The Teller and the happenings at the entrance to the Inn where his companion had disappeared into. It was the heart of the village and people seemed to have started accumulating, looking for answers. She lifted a cloaked arm through the heavy falling rain and jabbed a finger towards it, remembering him saying something about a hospital. "There" Her voice had lost it's anger. "We take the injured there."

Organising bodies. Roll call. Missing persons... Another strike. "I- I can't get my head straight. This doesn't happen here. This is My Valley."

Oh, but it was happening. How did this person know what to do? He'd seen things like this before. That's what it sounded like. What was it like out there? For someone to be familiar of such a horror story like this? Eve caught herself gazing out to the mountains as a flash of lightening framed them against the sky. She tightened her grip on the reins. A deep breath allowed her to steady herself.

"Check pulses. Leave the dead, for now. Take the injured to the Inn, only serious injuries. Get someone to start the list." She said, thinking out loud, though most of it vanished beneath a roar from the heavens as thunder rolled through the clouds.

They were wasting time. Eve took a step forwards against the wind, pulling the work horse along after her; she couldn't carry more than one injured person, but the gelding could.

"Don't try anything, Outsider."

         Well, no need to be so rude...

Amnon understood that in light of recent events, that anyone from outside the Valley would be viewed with a healthy amount of caution. But to be outright hostile to someone like himself who was only trying to help was unreasonable.

He held his hands up to either side of his head. "I was only going to request your aid with helping those who may need it. There are a lot of bodies lying around here, but just because they're on the ground does not mean they have passed on, but if we don't render some sort of aid it won't be long until they do. We need to set up some kind of hospit, and start organizing the bodies. That way we can help with both the injured and taking a roll call of sorts. This way family members can find their loved ones. We should also get working on a missing persons list."

He sighed and lowered his hands.

"As you can see that's a lot of work for just one person to handle, so yes, I need your help. someone who isn't an outsider to help organize the locals. We're not sure if whoever attacked here is truly gone, or just regrouping for another strike. We need to have our heads on straight if it's the latter."