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A hand to her mouth to stifle the giggle that threatens to bubble over.

Some houses are arrogant, but dont need to brag. Some brag without meaning to. Turns out, Housee Dairean makes an art form of it

"That's our cue" Gerd says and casts , a portal passage opening on the wall, fortunatley ground level.

Nessa sets up in front of the hole, taking that handy space to fold bandage rolls out of the way.

she might not be stealthy, but she is big...

So much dross here, and in so many forms. But bandages can be rolled around most, and she knows how to hide them as medical supplies

Ho hum, ho hum, roll roll roll. Sometimes the most discretion is had by being right out in the open.

Gerd quick silvers foks to speed it up

Soon they have a wheel barrow's worth of dross and Ded romeo says 'that 'distraction is about tapped out . This enough?"

Eyes WIDE. "Is it.... yes, this is quite good! I'll distribute it amongst the healers. Sir Brynden, can you take some to help our the warriors?"

"If nothing else, it can help stabilize any wounded until they get brought in for treatment."

Nessa may appear a slender lady from the front, but her has the power of even a light riding horse, and easily carries baskets of all of the dross and bandages slung across her back.

"Hold on, what's all this" a new voice, a surly looking troll woman approaches "You, Centaur girl, what's this?"

"Bandages, for the healers. I've just rolled them myself." Her chin goes up a bit. "And I have a name, it is Nessa Dawnchaser, not 'Centaur Girl', with all respect, ma'am."

"mmm " the fact that Nessa IS telling the truth seems to appease the troll "Very well 'Nessa', just remember to keep the injured away from the celebrations tonight, the Baron wants it FESTIVE, and wounded and convalancing folks are NOT Festive"

She turns and walks off

Gerd mutters "Won't be inviting her to rivervale anytime soon"

Nessa exhales, she hadn't realized she was holding her breath! Then STAMPS. "The nerve..."

She shakes her head before she can get angry. "The wounded come first..." Looking for the healer lady from earlier. The previous night?

Seems like the previous night by now... they've been pulling a lot of hours.

They find her talking to that big troll who always seems to be smiling

"thank you, Happy. I appreciate the work and.." She turns "oh"

"Grandame Eir-Frey, I've brought fresh supplies."

The warmth of the glamour from her baskets may be noticeable.

"Oh my... oh my yes, let's do this... quickly." A look at the one she called Happy "Happy, mum's the word, please?"

Happy smiles "Snitchees get stiches, Grand Dame"

A grateful smile to the grandame as she seems to pick up on things, and then gloss over them. "Please, you're the local. Point me to the places of most need."

And THAT kills the rest of Nessa's day! She meets so many in need, and a lot of them are kinain! Oh kithain Were on the heal em list, but kinan just weren't the count's concern. No right of rescue for them after all

She does focus on kithain, first and foremost, those whose very fae beings are injured. But any kinain who asks for help, especially if injured in the defense in this county, she does not deny them healing as the Count has.

As long as the glamour holds out… used to bolster meins, power Spring and Heather Balm.

working by her side, Eir-Frey moves with expertise, and when the subject of herbs comes up, the two may have a lot to talk about.

“Comfrey for indigestion? I’ve only used it to stop bleeding…” she becomes quite chatty in fact!

Eir Frey is happy to answer all questions and finds the centaur's insights helpful as well "I didn't even know they had a websitefor herbology like that"

And at night, the celebrations underway in the hold which they still haven't been realy let in...(though they snuck in), Ded romeo says 'we should probably get out of here" he whispers

Gerd seconds that "I think they're about to find out the dross for the fireworks are missing, AnD.. if they ask around, they may realize it got used for healing"

“Is our duty per the count’s request complete? Or close enough?”

A nod to Gerd. “How are we getting back? The Blimp again?”

"More than filled as far as most of us are conerned"

"And well, I have flicker flash" gerd smiles "Don't worry, I'll pop us OUTSIDE the hold proper so we don't get in that waiting room"

“Let’s make sure we don't forget anyone…”

Gerd nods then says "Eir-Frey, you and Happy think about my offer, okay?"

"We will , young Hornshield' the old wman says "though why Rivervale would want these old bones i'll never know"

“Gerd, try not to recruit..” she says softly when the grandane is out of range. “These people need every advocate they can get.”

Gerd looks uncomfortable "Ah... Nessa? i was told to look out for any quality trolls that weren't happy where they were. or I thought wreen't treated well."

"I get what you're saying, but I'm doing my duty" she says "And besides, the count may hold agrudge against her"

"And no, I wasn't going to recruit AT Brightwinds. that would be rude"

“I know… I just, you know, I don’t want to see these people worse off…”

"Me neither " she admits "oh well, ready to go?"

Nessa glances back, hesitating. There are still those who need help… but not from a cell, common sense kicks in. “Yes, let’s.”

They gather up, and then.. all of them vanish. It's not a quick vanish...they'll arrive an hour later than when they left

But they are gone from there...