Balomew
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Khamundar
Whiterun Hold, 11th of Sun's Height 4E 201
Khamundar's place at the drawbridge offered a decent view of the chaos that had ensued. There was a mess of bodies and a dense scattering of blood. The guards that she had eavesdropped on and talked to earlier were both on the ground, the breasts of their armor ripped and frayed.Whiterun Hold, 11th of Sun's Height 4E 201
A surprise leaned over the guard on the far side, something bright crimson gleaming in his hand. If she hadn't been talking to him moments beforehand, she would have thought that his short stature was a trick of the eyes, that he was in truth appearing shorter due to his posture. It would be an easy assumption to make, even for Khamundar. The mess of blond hair gave his identity.
A second man with long dirty-blonde hair and a height more average for a Nord approached the other injured guardsman. His body interrupted her view of the interaction, but her keen hearing picked up the sound of liquid. What the guard said to the taller man interested Khamundar. She watched as the man rose to his feet and approached Orvar and the guard he was attending to.
He introduced himself as Baroth Hermingfel and complimented Orvar for an action that Khamundar had not been present to see. He pointed at a thief leaning heavily against a wall, closest to Khamundar. She considered helping clear the mess.
Khamundar approached the guard that Baroth Hermingfel had just left. His eyes were half-closed, perhaps drowsy from whatever liquid his attendant had given him or resting to regain strength. He did not open his eyes as Khamundar approached. She crouched next to him and gently examined the front of his armored orange tunic. She was not a practiced medic but she did understand basic anatomy. She looked up at his face - this was the guard that had eagerly gossiped earlier, less aware than his friend.
"This one should not put pressure on the wound," she advised. The guard gave an unintelligible response and opened his eyes. Khamundar repeated herself and added "could this one walk with help?" He didn't seem sure. She looked over at Baroth and Orvar, and then back at the guardsman. "This one will be right back." She got to her feet and approached the two men.