Roleplay

The ridgeback nodded slowly. That seemed to mesh with what Rohn and Iratha had found. "Paladin says she was summoned to help by the Icewarden's own, having received distress calls en masse," her claws clicked against the table top, "Flame said that all of the residents save for the group we were escorting had fled or been killed already."

She went silent after that, reaching up to rub her jaw. It was sore from all the chatter. She was still exhausted by several sleepless nights. And hungry. She had hardly had time to think about the toll this mission had taken in all the excitement.

The imperial glanced at his watch.

"Ah your comatose friend is due to arrive in right about... now."

Right on cue, with a flash of fire and a cloud of smoke a stretcher bearer and stretcher appeared in the far side of the room. On the stretcher was the limp body of iratha, alongside the stretcher was the tundra from the battle two large pads were glued to the Guardian's chest. Two wires lead from the pads. They snaked along until it disappeared into the back of the tundras mane. The stretcher bearers and the tundra rushed though a large set of dark steel doors and disappeared to the other side.

The ridgeback turned to watch them move through, her spines standing on end instinctively. She squirmed but forced them down again. Turning to look back at the Imperial. "You wern't kidding," she coughed quietly.

She sighed and shifted in place. She was never going to hear the end of it from the paladin. Old fashioned as she was.

"I may mislead with my words Misery, but I never lie. Your friend will live, though it will take a few days for her hand to heal. Your skydancer friend should be awake soon, he received only a dose of sedatives, while your friend required a dose of cardiopaligic solution to be taken down quickly and safely. Though I'm going to have to apologize to your friend for what I did to her hand. Oh that reminds me here give this to your guardian friend when she wakes up. She can pick up her armor, sword, and kit from wepon storage before you three leave."

The imperial held out a thin silver colored bar with multiple letters stamped on its surface in no particular order.

The ridgeback dipped her head, taking the bar gratefully. "Im sure she will handle herself politely, if nothing else," sighed Misery, "I look forward to returning to the wasteland, away from my old stomping grounds."

Her tail curled slightly, the tip thumping softly against the ground. "That is," she added, "as long as there wasn't more you needed from us."

"Well, first you need to wait for your friends to be awake, then I need you to convince your friend that we aren't the bad guys she thinks we are, and keep your friend in check until she is healed enough to the point that head nurse deems she is fit to be dismissed. It will take about three days"

The ridgeback nodded along. "A tall order," she said jokingly, "but I can manage."

Iratha would be angry, most likely, but the paladin was easy enough to reason with. She just hoped that the imperial's words were the truth. They didn't seem so bad, but the skeptic in her always assumed the worst.

((Sorry for the multi-ping. Slight technical issue caused this to be posted several times.))

The imperial retorted.
"I expect that you'll be able to manage, though if she gives you trouble I suspect you can ceep her in check by simply picking her up by the scruff."
He rubbed his beard

"I dont believe I have introduced myself properly. I'm Special Operations Director Balantis. I'm also the head of material and personal transportation."

"It's nice to meet you under. . . " she blew a puff of air out of her nose, "more civil circumstances. I suppose you already know my name, or rather the name I was given."

Her claws tapped the table. "I can introduce my companions, if you don't already know theirs."

The imperial waved his hand.
"No need. Your guardian friend's name is Palidin Iratha, her occupation is Palidin. Your skydancer friend's name is Rohn and his occupation is much shadier, but I don't judge. Now, all this time jumping has left me with an appetite, how about we take a gander down to the mess hall and have something to eat?"