As the camp begins to rise in a bit of a panic once the realities of what just occurred set in you see Sylvester turn back to his family and wake his wife.
"Quickly love, I think some people are hurt over there".
Sophia comes over with a bag and makes a beeline for Pomin.
"You been in the wars a touch dearie? Let me see what I can do to help ya" she says with a smile as she sits down next to the Gnome and opens what appears to be a rather well stocked apothecary's bag and sets to work tending his injuries. Whilst Pomin doesn't feel a massive amount better Sophia assures him the herbs that she has used on the particularly deep gash along his side will help it heal better. As she moves over to assist Nya you do feel that you can at least stretch out now without too much undue discomfort.
OOC:
No wounds back unfortunately but you can get rid of the crit you suffered
- as you begin to check over the catfolk a few of the caravan guards who were asleep come jogging over to help (they appear to be ones who were supposed to be resting not who were supposed to be on watch). One of them shouts over from next to the catfolk who Nya shot and shouts out
"This ones dead!", the others help secure the other catfolk who seems to be merely unconscious but do nothing to interfere with your search of them.
OOC:
Including the ones that they threw the Catfolk had 6 daggers (3 each) that appear to have been coated with some sort of poison. In their supplies you find several large sacks, 2 weeks of rations, a couple of waterskins, and 3 stoppered clay flasks, 2 of which hold a thick, viscous liquid that smells sharp and unpleasant and another that contains a thiner liquid that doesn't seem to smell of much but make you a little lightheaded from taking a sniff
