New Challenger!!!(Desmond, Demon stuff)

[Kender Bard]

Remei, the current healer for the Knights, generally didn't have much to do except help Knights mend their training wounds, such as they were.

So when Desmond arrived abruptly with a blood-soaked man in his arms, for a moment he just stared in shocked surprise.

Luckily this only lasted a moment. He moved to the raised cot he used to work on severely injured patients and swept the half-rolled bandages off it he was working on. "Put him here," he ordered strictly.

"Mom," Erik whimpered in agony.

[Devon]

Desmond did as he was told, staying close to Erik's side. He was instantly reminded of his mission to Morilanta, the sounds, the smells, it all came back to him. Even the image of Shyamal dying in his arms came back to him. "Please not again," he whispered to himself.

[Kender Bard]

"Move," Remei told Desmond, giving him a nudge as he moved around the table, rapidly grabbing things from his workstation and putting them down. He was already pressing bandages onto the wound, eliciting a cry of pain from Erik. "Gut wound, Forces..." Remei grit his teeth. "Stay or go, just stay out of my way for a while okay?"

[Devon]

Desmond nodded and backed away from the table slowly, letting Remei get to work.

[Kender Bard]

Remei did his best; before long he and his tools were splattered in blood. It was not long work, though. At one point he paused and touched Erik, feeling for his pulse; twice to make sure. Then, slowly, he removed his hands with a haunted, sorrowful look. "Efil bless your soul, brave knight," the healer murmured, sounding a bit choked. "Sir, please go fetch a Taedean for me."

[Devon]

Desmond looked pale at this point, he couldn't count how many times he had seen a friend die, but it was never like this. Quietly he went off to get a priest like he was asked. ~Its my fault, its always my fault~ he thought to himself.

[Kender Bard]

It wasn't hard to find a priest; the Beloved Knights had their barracks and compound set up near the church; a short walk away and he was in the Tadean wing. One of the priests, noticing his ghastly look and bloodsmeared clothing, hastened over to him. "What happened?" he asked the man quietly, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder gently.

[Devon]

Desmond shuddered from the man's touch and backed away quickly. "Erik...Erik is dead.." he mumbled.

[Kender Bard]

There was more there, the priest was certain, but his first duty was to the dead. "Take me to the body please," he replied. "Or at least tell me where to go. You may stay here if you wish."

[Devon]

Desmond told him where to find Erik and slumped down into a nearby chair. He couldn't face it right now, nor did he want to. He wanted to be alone, but he didn't want to move either. The lone knight just sat where he was in a daze.

[Kender Bard]

It didn't take long before another priest approached Desmond, offering him a warm, wet cloth. "I thought you might want to clean up," she replied quietly.

[Devon]

Desmond took the towel, fumbling with it in his hands. "Thank you," he murmured. "How do you deal with it all," he asked? "All the death, losing friends..how?"

[Kender Bard]

The priestess eased herself into a chair opposite of him. So, if it was someone close to him who had died, that meant it was a little less likely he had murdered them. She hoped not; the acolytes had been getting a little nervous around the blood-covered man.

"We all cope in different ways," the priestess answered. "We of Taed's cloth live to serve the dead and their loved ones left behind. Invariably, I find it helps to talk of things. Would you care to tell me what happened?" She folded her hands and gave Desmond a receptive look.

[Devon]

"We were sparring," he started. "Erik wanted me to help him with his technique..then all of a sudden he tried to really attack me," Desmond said muttering, not really telling the story in a cohesive manner. "Then he fell and there was this thing..this creature that came at me too."

[Kender Bard]

Still in shock, the priestess decided. She pat his hand gently, murmuring for him to stay right there. Soon she was back with a steaming mug of tea, which she placed in front of him. "Here, drink," she instructed. "It's our temple's special brew."