“Okay, here’s the deal,” Dipstick looks back to Autumn May, “Tell your tribe to book it, find a safe place, somewhere sacred to ya, maybe,” He looks over to Cass, “You too. Dun’ waste time. I’ll handle Twitchykins here.”

The figure twitches slightly.

*i grab one of my knives and nod agreeing with him* so what do we do about it?

 

Dipstick frowns at the sight of the humanoid, and flames form in his palm, summoning his sword, “I dun’ care what it is… I jus’ don’t like the look in its eye…”

well….either they have a spear, they’re dead, or they aren’t human…..

Uh Dipstick? What’s that? *i point toward the woman*

You spy something at the edge of the dark woods, it seems to be vaguely humanoid in shape. As you look closer you see the image of a women, it looks like there is a long pole sticking out of her head. Is she injured?

A tent? *stands beside Dipstick confused*

“Apparently, it’s a tent,” Dipstick says dully as he stares at the structure, “Why…?”

*i follow after them grabbing some knives and my bow and arrows on the way out* So where are we headed exactly?

Dipstick looks back to Autumn May getting out of bed, “Well, if ya can manage, sure,” He looks back to Buddy, “Make sure the rest of the people are a-ok, bud!” He chuckles with a wink and follows Cass, “C’mon, May.”

 

You are not keeping me here. I have to go. *i start getting frustrated and gets out of the bed*

*Cass approaches the tent entrance cautiously*

You see something flicker out of the corner of your eye, it was by the entrance to the tent.

Stay in bed? No. Impossible I have to make sure the village is okay. Dipstick did you finish with the man who got shot? Is he alright? Have you checked on him? *starts sitting up*

Fevers are often a result of illness….shouldn’t we get a doctor?

Buddy smiles to May waking up, “Hey now,” He chuckles, “You’re just running a small fever. You’ll be okay if you stay in bed.”

Apparently, you’re Ill *cass regards the woman curiously*

*slowly comes back into consciousness* What…What’s happening?

Should we wait till the girl is better?

“Really? Awesome!” He chuckles, curling a fist, “Lead the way!”

A local…I saw which way the wagon was headed….we could follow it .

*still unconscious but is no longer sweating and moaning*

Dipstick looks back to her as Buddy continues his treatment, “Well, more or less!” He chuckles a bit, “Who’re you?”

This…big shot….did he have a mechanised wagon?

*moans some more*

Buddy sighs a bit, recognizing the sickness now, “I see,” He then hurries to get to work in treating her, “She’ll wake back up in a few hours, but she’ll still need to stay in bed.”

Dipstick nods thoughtfully, “So, I guess that’s my.. our job, huh?”

Buddy looks back to him and smirks, “That, and you might need to lead the whole tribe here… Read more

*continues sweating and still unconscious*

“Might be more than a fever,” Buddy mutters to himself as cheeks her symptoms quickly.

*moans and starts sweating again*

Buddy looks back to them as he’s already finished nursing his patients wounds, “What’s it?” He sees that the chief’s passed out, “Okay, bring her over here, quick, bro.” He points to another bed.

Dipstick nods and lays her onto it.

Buddy then walks over, placing a hand over her hand, “Hmm.. It could be just a fever…”

*mumbles something closing my eyes*

“Okay,” Dipstick then scoops her up into his arms, “You’re runnin’ a fever like somethin’ fierce.” He then runs over to the medical tent where Buddy was already treating another patient.

*tries to say something but can’t due to coughing and shivers even though it is like 80 degrees out*

“Whoa..!” Dipstick catches her, holding her close, “No.. You’re not.. You need help, okay? Buddy can fix you up nice n’ neat again in no time.”

I’m fine really *tries to walk but falls into your arms*

Dipstick tilts his head to her, not believing her, “No, ya’re not,” He soon takes her hand, “C’mon. Ya need’ta see a doctor.”

*i’m leaning against a pole sweating with my eyes closed as i nod* i’m fine

“Right,” Dipstick says and soon, stitches up the man carefully. Afterward, he looks back back to her, “You sure you’re feeling well?”

*nods and hands you the needle and thread my hand shaking* finish *coughs more* the stitching

Dipstick turns to her, concerned, “Are you alright, May?” He asks.