Raam: The City of Anarchy IC

[RandomWombat]

As the group settles for a brief respite from the hot desert sun, Greven silently uses psionics to finish off those Faldar had stabilized, severing their minds from their bodies. The prisoners are gathered to be kept an eye on by the Watchers, the lady helping her friend to stand back up. "Are you alright, Samon?" she cradles his face, looking at the scorched burn scar along the right side.

"My... Rasha, my face..." he touches the scar and winces. She moves his hand away and back down to his side.

"Don't touch it. It could get infected if we leave it like this," she takes out some cloth and binds the wound to keep it covered from sand and dust getting in.


The prisoners shift around nervously. "Right. Mercy. Mag-nani-mous," the ganger comments, sounding unconvinced by Greven's words, sounding out the last one - he probably doesn't even know the meaning of it.