I. Mᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ;

[There's not much Regis can do here but at least he elderly king knows the basics of first aid.

Regis is careful as he tends to this fallen solider, his face quite grim with focus as he sterilizes the wound upon the man's leg with a clean cloth and water mixed with herbal oils. While he's honestly not comfortable with his current role here, Regis isn't one to shrink his duties. The old king looks as if he could be a healer of some kind considering how well he blends in here. He was fortunate to find some black robes earlier when he first awoke. It's good that they're black considering how much blood gotten on him earlier.

Playing the role of a doctor isn't for the faint of heart.]

This is a grave injury. [He mutters quietly as he cautiously dabs the wet cloth against the bruised skin.] Infection is certain at this point and soon disease.

[He paces the blood soaked cloth back within the bowl again. The water has become a reddish hue by now, too unclean to be used further. It's this in mind that Regis turns for aid.]

Could you be so kind as to fetch a fresh batch of water?


II.Nᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ

UN: @CXIII

@ALL: Forgive the ignorance on my part but what are we fighting for? There's little to no explanation to be had and yet here we are.

Surely there's others amongst us who know as of why we've been summoned beyond what little has been told. Are we to be just mindless fodder in a war not our own?

What of those who've tasted death? Are they to be reborn anew for the sake of conflict?