A crash emanated throughout the guildhall, Ilgar’s seven-foot-tall body dropping onto the incredibly lengthy table, that stretched the entirety of the room. Snapping sounds could be heard from the legs of the table, which began to cave in. Titania stood over the giant green warrior's body, her arms still hanging in the air after dropping the orc from them, right in front of a man that was previously leaning against the table on his elbows. The man that was sitting at the table, wearing a white trench coat, proceeded to fall backwards from his chair due to shock. The man’s lime eyes were wide as he attempted to compose himself, taking deep breaths. His hair was black, kempt and tidy, wearing a pair of brown boots and leggings, outfit finalised with the black leather gloves he wore. He was quite short compared to the mercenaries, being around only five foot six.

“Curam, he’s missing an arm,” Titania remarked bluntly, Ilgar’s wound where his arm once connected covered with red-stained sandstone, “Fix please.” She finished, smiling like an idiot.

The man referred to by Titania as Curam returned to his feet, looking irritated, beginning to investigate Ilgar’s sandy bandaging. He released a soft sigh while lifting a large cloth bag onto the table from the floor, beginning to rustle into it. At the same time, Karrow helped Kaze across the room and assisted him to a seat next to Titania. The man removed a large, sharp knife from the sack, which began to glow a faint red, as he planted his left hand on the sandy binding. A green light emanated from the man's left hand, which encompassed Ilgar’s shoulder, whilst the part of his arm that remained, that was connected to the sandstone fasten, was thinly sliced off. Karrow winced, watching on, as the lump of flesh was cut off, the fresh wound closed over immediately.

“He should be fine, he’s mainly tired and has lost blood, and it looks as if he’s not alone,” Curam remarked, noticing Kaze and Karrow. “I’ll sort you lot now. Take a seat, rest yourselves.”

“Titania, who is this man?” Michaelis questioned, sitting down next to where Titania stood, placing a small brown sack stained with blood on the table next to Ilgar’s unconscious body.

“Curam is our official guild doctor, sent from Capital itself,” Titania replied, leaping over the width of the long table, causing the meek healer to jump mid-rustling through his grand sack, the guild leader landing beside him.

“Luckily I need no injuries restored due to my impeccable fighting.” Fenrisolace cackled, flexing to himself, after setting Ilgar’s axe against a wall.

The doctor lifted a small bowl from his bag, made of shiny metal with different engravings of hearts, with vines flowing from them and intertwining. From his large bag, the doctor retrieved a pouch that rattled, as well as a clean and polished scalpel. The doctor's blade began to illuminate a faint orange, using it to cut the tip of his index finger, a speck of blood dropped into the bowl that rested on the table. The slice on Curam’s finger immediately closed over, a faint green glow flowing around it. The healer dipped his hand into the small sack, taking out a little ball of iron before dropping it into the bowl along with the previous bead of blood. He lastly placed his palm over the dish, the faint green light once again flowing from his body, encompassing the bowl, the crimson and metal melding together. The blood and iron melded together, turning dark and black, before expanding in volume. Curam removed his hand from the basin, exhaling softly, the contents of the dish now half full, a black, murky sludge. “Bottoms up.” The doctor chuckled, pushing the cup across the table towards where Karrow and Kaze sat.

“Are you serious?” Karrow spat, looking at the bowl with extreme discomfort.

“It will cause your heart to produce a large amount of blood at once based on how much you’ve lost, just a mouthful should do.” The specialist finished, grinning, stone-faced, all while Michaelis poorly suppressed a laugh. Karrow picked the dish up, pouring it into the barely conscious Kaze’s mouth, who began to sputter up the slimy mud flowing down his throat. The colour began to return to the boy’s face as he stood up from his chair, gagging. Curam snatched the swordsman’s hand from the air, across the table, blood beginning to congregate near the palm hole. A green light began to emit around and in the wound, as it slowly closed itself up, regenerating bone, flesh and skin until Kaze’s hand was completely repaired.

Karrow sneered at the bowl, taking a swig of his own, the healer beginning to restore the wound on Kaze’s arm. Fenrisolace walked to the other side of the building, before dropping his body onto an armchair near the burning fireplace. A grin grew on the beastman’s face while looking into the flames, Michaelis taking a seat opposite Fenris, glaring towards the sunwolf.

Karrow’s injuries bathed in the green light while he gagged from the blood regenerating goop, Kaze lifting Ilgar’s head for Titania to pour the remainder of the slime into his mouth. The orc coughed himself awake, falling off the table and slamming into the ground, snapping the floorboards beneath his back. Ilgar’s breath ran ragged, panting as he looked around himself with shock, guck dripping down his chin.

Curam clambered over the width of the table, leaning down and taking Ilgar’s hand, before reassuring him. “You’re okay, you had an accident out in the field, but everything will be perfectly fine.” Calmly, the doctor soothed Ilgar with his words, helping him to his feet as Karrow’s unfinished healing caused his side to bleed further. Kaze pulled a chair out, sitting next to where Ilgar stood, while the doctor approached Karrow to finish the restoration of the large gash out of his side.

“What happened?” Ilgar muttered, looking at where his arm was once connected.

Titania began glaring down at him from the other side of the dining table. “You were an idiot. You sprinted in towards a God, while out of stamina.” She bellowed while encompassed with rage, beginning to rant and slamming her hands down on the table. “You overestimated yourself and underestimated a being referred to as a God, a being that, with their birth, created all of nature and plant life. You are an idiot, and now, you’ve been disarmed.”

Ilgar began to grind his teeth while looking to the floor, Titania exhaling as Curam began to look through his sack, Karrow stretching his body out, repaired and well. “Here it is!” The healer stated with glee, taking out a large metallic right arm. Ilgar looked up in confusion as the doctor breathed on the piece of equipment, polishing it with his coat sleeve.

“That’s..?” Ilgar began, Curam responding swiftly with a grand smile.

“Your new arm!” bringing it to the orc, he began measuring it up with his stump and other arm whilst the one-armed warrior simply sat in disbelief.

Kaze looked aghast, beginning to sputter; “Wait you can’t just regenerate it? You healed all of our injuries, why not the arm?” 

“I’m only so powerful. For someone to have a survival blessing able to regenerate an entire arm not only takes a massive amount of strength, but also energy and time. I could do it if I had a constant supply of food and days without sleep, but this is much easier.

“But my arm!” Ilgar shouted in disbelief, as the doctor began to frown.

“Oi!” Titania belted towards Ilgar, “This is the extent of our health care provided by the guild- you want a new arm? Go pay for it yourself.”

“Where is his arm?” Curam pondered to the guild leader.

Karrow winced, Titania stating with little sugar coating, “Fenris fed it to a wild dog.”

Ilgar looked in disbelief towards the Sunwolf, “You what!”

“He looked hungry, and you didn’t seem like you were using it.” Fenris declared with little remorse, yawning laying back in his armchair.

“I tried to stop him,” Karrow replied, leaning against the wall, next to Ilgar’s axe.

“No you didn’t.” Michaelis responded, sneering, “You said he probably wouldn’t like it and then when you were ignored, you shrugged!”

Karrow stared daggers at Michaelis who smirked, cackling softly to himself. Though this exchange would be short-lived, due to Ilgar beginning to charge yellow energy within his left palm, rage encompassing his face. Michaelis dove behind his chair, peaking around it with excitement on his face, as Fenrisolace stood up and faced down Ilgar confidence and a powerful smile.

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