[CupcakeDolly]

As Dolly was cleaning the man's wounds, she thought for a moment, gazing off in the distance. "Hmm... no, I don't believe so. None besides the Queen's granddaughter, at least. Is she somebody important?"

[Serra Britt]

"I see..." Asione tried her best to not look too crestfallen. "She's not... technically anyone important...I was just looking for a particular Athlyk girl. I'll come back after more fighting..."

Asione slipped out of the tent quietly.

[Azeil]

Azeil was wandering about the encampment, rather bored with his assignment. The queen was a royal pain, and both rather frustrating and uninteresting to be around. He paused in front of the tent and looked in to see if there was anyone interesting perhaps.

[AlphaDolly]

Alpha set to work sorting through the supplies. He picked up a note that had been left with the medicine and frowned. He had assumed that Dolly had ordered the items, but it seemed that somebody held the notion of persuading his companions to change sides. He crumpled the paper in his fist, tucking it away. Dolls could not be reasoned with, and the audacity of whoever had attempted to do so simply disgusted him. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the winged man peeking into the tent and he lifted his gaze, staring emotionlessly at him.

[Azeil]

Azeil blinked a bit as he spotted a blue man, and his brows furrowed some. He'd seen many things, but a blue-skinned person was not one of them. His head tilted just a bit before he straightened himself up again and stepped inside, looking around.

[AlphaDolly]

Shifting quickly to an aggressive and protective attitude, Alpha stood and moved to block the man from Dolly and her patient, along with the rest of the sick and dying behind them. He stared the man down, and it wasn't clear if he recognized him or not. "Do you have business here?"

[Azeil]

Azeil was surprised that the blue-being was suddenly sort of hostile, and he tensed himself a bit, watching him more carefully. "I do not," he said, "Though it gets quite tiresome being around the queen for so many hours at a time."

[CupcakeDolly]

Dolly looked up from Sir Funk's wound, holding a needle that was halfway through with stitching him up. "Alpha, that's enough. If he knows the queen, he's welcome here." She offered the winged man a warm smile. "Please forgive him, sir. He doesn't look it, but he's very young and cautious of anything new to him. I'm Dolly, but some call me Cupcake... for some reason. May I ask your name?"

[Azeil]

"Dolly..." he said, nodding his head and then relaxing slightly. There was something about her that reminded him of someone, though he wasn't quite sure of whom. "Ah, my name is Azeil... I've had the unfortunate pleasure to be assigned to the queen's guard." His nose wrinkled. It was clearly not his choice, but he didn't seem to have any intentions of disobeying this assignment.

[CupcakeDolly]

Dolly smiled sympathetically. "I don't exactly envy you." She remembered the coldness of the Queen's presence, the sort of which a even a doll couldn't exude. "I volunteered for this position, myself. I can be quite fragile in a fight, unfortunately. But if you ever need aid, Sir Azeil, you can always find it here."

[Azeil]

Azeil shrugged a bit. "I didn't have a choice," he said simply, although at the offer of medical help, he merely smiled. "Ah, I don't think I ever will," he said, the 'tattoos' on his body shifting around a bit.

[Funkduder]

Funkduder awoke with a start, having gone through a nightmare against an assailant from the batttle front. He looked around and saw an interesting cast of people, including his friend, cupcake. He decided to try to tune in while checking to see which of his wounds had not healed yet.

[CupcakeDolly]

"Sir Funk!" Dolly nearly lost her grip on the needle, startled by the man jerking awake. She sighed, then smiled kindly at him. "I'm nearly done fixing you up. How are you feeling?"

[Funkduder]

One half dead from the pain of defeat, and one half embarrassment.

[Lost_Muse]

After days away from the the Encampment Muse walks in and starts restocking the supplies that was used during the past couple of days.

[Hermes]

A strange spirit wanders in, mist flowing behind him, an eerie whispering of voices clamoring at his every footstep. He carries with him a lantern, and as he enters the encampment, he sets it in the middle of the area, and a noise like a voice, spoken in many whispers, can be heard.

"This lantern is an object of great power." The voice began, "Power not for mortal men. It will guide the souls of your fallen to me, and I will guide them to the life after. And do not be fooled, there will be many, many, dead before this is over. Suffering befalls you..."

The being vanished, leaving the lantern behind. It emitted a ghastly aura, and anyone who might come near suddenly felt the urge to run very quickly away.