Khyan took a deep breath, exhaling through his nose- the semblance of a sigh. By nature he was not a particularly adventurous sort, far preferring the spending of treasure to its acquisition. Such was why he'd never followed through on his erstwhile goals of Vigilhood. He'd done the training to get him in the door, and certainly had enough in the way of natural talent, to say nothing of his connections... But the prospect of spending his life risking it? Only now that his life was valued less in the eyes of the culture did he deem it expendable enough to embark on exploits such as this.
"I know the basics, though Hilana's particular set of skills would be useful about now..." It wasn't the first time on the trip that they'd have benefitted from the Vastiana's knowledge and perennial preparedness. They were on her turf this far from the city, and both of them pampered enough to be ignorant to many of the more practical concerns and considerations she took into account. Such as first aid.
Their situation was what it was, however, and so Khyan led Æros back out through the mouth of the cave- offering what support might be necessary. He found a bowl of water that appeared to have been boiled and abandoned still hanging over the ashes of a former fire. Thankfully it was covered, and so the Sceptre of Aværys that hung ever overhead hadn't claimed the moisture to saturate the arid air. He cleaned the black tar from about the wound with a rag wetted in the bowl, and used strips of fabric torn from one of their tends to bind the gash.
Once the wound was treated to the best of Khyan's limited knowledge, he would suggest they rest, hydrate and avail themselves of some of the food they'd packed. There was shade to be found in the campsite and, though he hadn't lost blood, the exertion of the battle did leave Khyan tired.
"We can rest for as long as you need." Khyan offered, Sembling that Æros was properly exhausted. There was really no rush to delve further into the cave, as far as Khyan was concerned, but he had no senatorial duties back in the city. Still, a bit of a rest might give Æros time to reconsider the risk of spelunking farther into a mysterious cave of indefinite breadth that bore such potent dangers as a Mistspawned demon so near to its mouth.
"I know the basics, though Hilana's particular set of skills would be useful about now..." It wasn't the first time on the trip that they'd have benefitted from the Vastiana's knowledge and perennial preparedness. They were on her turf this far from the city, and both of them pampered enough to be ignorant to many of the more practical concerns and considerations she took into account. Such as first aid.
Their situation was what it was, however, and so Khyan led Æros back out through the mouth of the cave- offering what support might be necessary. He found a bowl of water that appeared to have been boiled and abandoned still hanging over the ashes of a former fire. Thankfully it was covered, and so the Sceptre of Aværys that hung ever overhead hadn't claimed the moisture to saturate the arid air. He cleaned the black tar from about the wound with a rag wetted in the bowl, and used strips of fabric torn from one of their tends to bind the gash.
Once the wound was treated to the best of Khyan's limited knowledge, he would suggest they rest, hydrate and avail themselves of some of the food they'd packed. There was shade to be found in the campsite and, though he hadn't lost blood, the exertion of the battle did leave Khyan tired.
"We can rest for as long as you need." Khyan offered, Sembling that Æros was properly exhausted. There was really no rush to delve further into the cave, as far as Khyan was concerned, but he had no senatorial duties back in the city. Still, a bit of a rest might give Æros time to reconsider the risk of spelunking farther into a mysterious cave of indefinite breadth that bore such potent dangers as a Mistspawned demon so near to its mouth.
