Old Hero, New Beginnings (Potato Re-Entry)

Quincy slumped against her giant walking stick, a giant cloak covered her entire body. Blood dripped from her skin as large wounds covered the mages body. Her shoulder pressed against the walking stick as her legs were giving out. Her adventures have taken a toll on her and she wasn't able to make it much further. But the guild hall was a literal block away. But she couldn't make it... Quincy collapsed against her walking stick, blood creating a pool around her body.

Hargeon.

Home town of Lamia Scale, as well as a certain gray haired mage that was on his way to take a job, soon to stumble upon a disturbing sight. Dmitry Kazakov was headed to Lamia Scale's guild hall, ready to do some work and get some exercise. Along the way he passed by someone who seemed to be having some trouble, something that usually wouldn't concern the medium. However, upon turning back to look at the individual, curiosity peeked by the sound of them collapsing, he saw an extremely familiar face. Dmitry's mind flashed back to the first steps he took within the walls of Lamia Scale, greeted in force by the very girl who was about to die in front of him. 


"Whoa, you alright there?" He asked, rushing over to the wounded person. Upon confirming the alarming nature of her condition, Dmitry picked her up and rushed to the guild hall, thankful that she wasn't a very large person. No longer having a free hand, he kicked open the large doors and moved in, placing her onto a table.


"Somebody help me out here! We got wounded!"