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*It's only been a week. Terris has set time aside to start training Rihn, Mitham, and anyone else interested in learning. Today, the Pranksters have decided to go to town to do a performance. The family could use the little bit of extra coin and they always make the most when they all go. Ziomi's with them too. Things go great! They make a killing, especially since this is the first time the entire troupe has performed in town. It's on the way home that things go to shit. They're set upon by slavers, and the fight is a nasty one. Tam and Quin are injured, and so left to bleed out... Patch is considered too old... and so left... and while Ziomi and Rihn have disabilities (blind and mute), they're young and good looking (and not bleeding all over the place) and so they're taken. And poor Rihn hasn't been training long enough to really put any of that training to much use yet. The two will wake in the back of a barred wagon, having been knocked out in the fight.*

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Rihn: *is clearly knowledgeable, even if he can’t actually /do/ anything . . . turns and gently takes Ziomi’s hands, manipulating them as if /she/ were the one signing* “Stab wound, right here.” *touches her side* “Deep, needs stitches.”

Ziomi: *presses her lips together* Can the wound be bound for now? Unless you have anything to apply stitches with, Naijah?
Naijah: Afraid not, milady.
Ziomi: *nods and kind of "looks" to Rihn to answer her firat question about binding the wound.*

Rihn: …………….. *pulls off his vest, then his tunic and will borrow Naijah’s spearhead to start cutting/tearing it into strips*

Naijah: *will catch him from cutting any of his obviously tailored clothing.* Neh ruin yehr clothes for meh, Rihn. Yeh can cut up my shirt as needed.
*And this is the scene the other Pranksters will spit from afar. Once the slavers had gone Raizen healed Tam and Quin. Their bloodloss had been great, though, and they were forced to rest and eat before they had the strength to go after the slavers in hopes of rescuing their disabled siblings. Now they'll see a bloody, dark skinned man with red hair sitting on the ground, Rihn beside him with a bloody soear in hand trying to cut up a shirt. Ziomi is beside Rihn, and a child with the same dark skin and red hair stands close with a j'har woman.*

Rihn: *reluctant…but okay, will take Naijah’s shirt to tear up for strips*
Quin: Rihn! Ziomi! *will start forward at a run, Tam on his heels – both are also in their performance kits, torn and bloodied*
Rihn: */gasp/! – turns and /signs/ rapidly*
Quin: *pulls up short and gives a small bow, mostly focusing on the strange man but glancing to acknowledge the j’har and the child* Sir, /thank/ you for helping our brother and sister.
Tam: *doesn’t stop till he’s at Rihn’s side, dropping to his knees* Here, let me help. *will get right to work helping strip the shirt*
Quin: *moves to Ziomi, touching her hand to let her know where he is before slipping his arms around her for a /hug/* Ziomi…are you hurt?

Ziomi: *HUGS tight.* I'm all right. Heh, Naijah showed up before they could do much. I don't onow how he did it, but he set everyone free.
Naijah: *friendly grin.* Glad teh be of service, sir.

((Patch follow with the wagon or is Raizen hiding among the trees to follow. Raizen at least would have come incase of injuries.))

Quin: *shifts to look at Naijah* Again, my deepest thanks. My name is Harlequin. *nods* My brother Tam.
Tam: Where’s Patch?
*The two had heard voices and jogged ahead of the cart.*
Quin: *turns to look* He should be- *spots the horses, pulls from Ziomi* Excuse me. Be right back. *calls as he jogs that way* Patch! We have wounded. Stab wound in need of stitches.
Patch: Ah! *looks around for his healer’s bag, spots it, looks up again* Come get the horses, Harlequin.
*Quin reaches him and steps between the horses, leading each by their halters as Patch gets down, grabbing his bag, and heads over to join the group.*
Patch: *gives everyone a nod of greeting, even Zera* Miss, sir, my name is Patch. I’m a healer.
*Tam and Rihn part easily for him, shifting out of the way and Tam helps him as he gets down to get to work.*

Zera: If you can help, we'd be very grateful.
Raizen: *can...see it from the wagon... this man has had a LOT of Spirit worked on him. So he takes a chance. He actually swoops out to land on Patch's shoulder, addressing Naijah.* You, sir, have no sense of self-preservation, do you? *still... he braces for "omg dragon?!"*
Naijah: *blinks, then laughs!* Meh wife would say say it's so, friend, though I do try meh best teh stay in one piece.
Zera: *doesn't even blink at the dragon. Well...that answers that, hm?* My husband likes to pretend he can fly, friend. I love him despite his lunacy. *fond smile, down at Naijah.*
Naijah: *his own grin is fond and a touch cheeky, and he'll "whisper" to the guys around him* It's just because women can be so hard teh impress, have teh reach the stars anymore, eh?

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Patch: */flinches/ at suddenly having the dragon on his shoulder* R-raizen…!?
*The others /tense/…and relax when there’s no real reaction.*
Tam: *laughs, glancing a wry but friendly grin up at Zera* Truth.
Patch: *soft huff at Raizen since there’s no need for worry* About give an old man a heart attack… I’d have to assume you are familiar with wielders, then, friend. This is Raizen. Will you allow him to heal you?

Raizen: *nuzzles Patch's cheek* My apologies. I could see he's had Spirit used on him many times before and thought he might prefer a quick healing. Assuming what I was didn't startle him too greatly.
Naijah: Yeah. My father's caravan sheltered a number of inriomai. It's good teh see another while so far from the familiar. I'll gladly accept thay offer. *he can better protect his family if he's well.*
Raizen: *moves to Naijah and will heal him before moving back to Patch.*
Naijah: *GRITS HIS TEETH. He lets out a huff when Raizen is done and will get to his feet* Thank yeh, friend. Name's Naijah, this is meh lovely wife, Zera, an' meh daughter--
Khepri: Yehr little star!
Naijah: Khepri. *laughs and picks her up to set on his shouldera again.* That's right, meh little star.

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