can you hear the silence - open; attacked

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☠ | Séamus Ó Faoláin

The Irishman did not carry first aid on him often, but he found it lucky he did now.  Whenever he gathered poisons, he tried to gather a few basic herbs as well -- a good call as he bounded towards the Survivor's voice.

The mixture of blood and distinctly Typhoon scent caught the pirate off-guard.  That doesn't make sense. They were allies.  But fixing the 'leaking life juice' was a little more pressing than politics.

"If you could find someone with bandages, that would be good," the faerie requested, crouching besides Goldenpaw.  As he spoke, he removed a vial from the small pouches he had been carrying.  Good timing -- if someone had to get injured, unfortunately.

Carefully, he would move to apply marigold poultice over the gladiator's injuries, starting with the slice across his neck.  He had little else on him -- a fact that made the small wildcat wary.  At least these cuts aren't too deep.