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Harper's Tale 3 - Tuesday, October 22, 2002, 11:37 PM
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Tillek Vintner Main Cavern
Scents of spices, yeasts and fruits drift from lower parts of the Hall and pounce upon the nose during first steps into the cool, moist recesses of the Tillek Vine Hall. Glows are dotted around illuminating the interior - stone walls dominate, being their harsh look diminished by dark red wooden pannelling seen in corners and stair banisters - its rich look reminiscent of the deepest red wine. Columns of stone supporting the roof are given character by ornamental vines creeping upwards and giving further reminder of the Hall's purpose, benches pushed against their bases for rest and reflection. Busy vinters can be seen rushing here and there through archways and up and down stairs, their minds occupied with the complexities of grapes.
The main cavern is partially sunk into the rooms below. Part of the library is still standing but can't be seen from here easily, and the workroom is totally obliterated. The office door is blocked and the debris has to be cleared away before it can be entered again. The muffled shouts and calling for help seem to be heard from all directions.
To the south, you see a brown dragon.
Gliding above are five firelizards.
You see Old Vintner and Vintner Routine Chore List here.
Tealc, Laytai, and Nassa are here.
Obvious exits:
Vintner Office     Partially Collapsed Staircase     Main Doors

Distantly from somewhere, Mialie grumbles, "NO I am NOT alright I just landed on my arse, my hand is bloody, and I hit my head again." she glowers and picks herself painfully up off the floor shooing away Miles offer of help. She's peeved and sore and starving. "I took a dragon.. how by the dawn sisters do you /think/ I got here? I swear, vintners sometimes don't have the brains to think their way out of a wet bag with a hole in it." She snorts and rubs the sore spots with her good hand.

Nassa stops looking around when he sees the two heavy mallets that had been brought earlier. He picks them up, and smiles. "Laytai! Can you swing a mallet? We still need something hard to use as a chisel..."

Gingerly, a lanky young man with a somewhat battered knot in Healer colours makes his way across the uneven floor, a bulging satchel holding medical supplies, and a harried Journeyman shoo'ing him over to see what he can do here. Morallen calls over to those working with the mallets "Hullo there... Just arrived a'dragonback from Healer Hall... what's the situation here?"

Distantly from somewhere, Miles hmphs, and goes over to the skins of wine and tin of crackers that they've managed to salvage from the wreckage, "Good to see you too Mialie. Crackers for food, and you have your choice of red or white." Then returns to his seat.

Distantly from somewhere, Mialie rips the hem from her tunic to wrap up her hand, and just snorts at Miles.

Laytai raises an eyebrow, "A mallet? Sure, shouldn't be to heavy." She states, shoulders being shrugged. "A chisel..." Eyes dart around the piles of debris. "Just..something strong enough to withstand the force for the mallet. Maybe some type of ore or whatnot?" She has no real clue, this was more of a job for a smith or miner, then a messenger, though she is willing to give her input and help out.

Distantly from somewhere, Lylana rolls her eyes and just steps back from the cranky master. "Fine then, do you think you're going to live?" she snaps. No, she's not hoping the next injury Mia gets renders unable to speak, not at all... "Hey, how's it going up there?" she yells at- Leytai, is it? Something like that. "What do you want us to do from down here? Anything that'll get us out of here quicker?"

Nassa nods a greeting, "I'm Nassa, defacto head of recovery efforts at the moment. So far I know of two, though from the sound of it, possibly three people below. There's a crack in the floor to the chamber they're in that we're trying to open up to pull them out. You wouldn't happen to have a mason's chisel or a thumb thick piece of steel I could borrow for a few minutes would you?" Doesn't hurt to ask.

From the office, Winebldr walks in from the Vintner Storage Area.

Laytai turns her head as the voices reach her ears. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she yells. "Just stay away from the crack! We are gonna try to make it bigger then get y'all out!" Pause. "Wouldn't hurt to get under something, if y'can! Not to sure how the ground's gonna like being slammed into." The last sentence, however, is said a lot quieter.

"Morallen, senior apprentice Healer," replies the owner of that name briefly, all business and no flirting. Surprising, if one didn't know Morallen that well. "And... no chisels. But I've numbweed, redwort, a suture pack and other interesting things." he briefs, before stepping closer to the crack and adding his own voice. "This is Morallen, a Healer here. Do you have any injured down there?"

Very faintly from an unknown source, Cynda has connected.

Distantly from somewhere, Mialie just sort of gapes above at the question though obviously no one up there can see her roll here eyes and shake her head. Of course there are injured! Mialie gnashes her teeth, "Nothing serioius on myself." she calls up then looks at Miles and Lylana, "What about you two? None the worse for wear?" she asks moving to make herself a spot underneath the lean-to thing.

Nassa tries to think of an answer for Lylana, and starts to answer in the negative, then, "Hey Lylana? If you..." Never mind, Laytai has it covered. He slides a mallet over to her, "Got it!! "YOU! And YOU!" his finger singles out two largish teens, "Go fetch the watch-wher's stake from the courtyard! You stay with the animal and make sure it doesn't wander off!" Not that it would with the sun shining. "Quickly now!" He nods to Morallen, "Careful there. The stones rotten."

Distantly from somewhere, Miles shrugs, "Not sure. My leg had a fair sized piece of bottle in it, but it quit bleeding while I slept. After it was bandaged. Nothing crippling I'm sure." As long as it's not infected.

Without moving from her spot, Laytai leans over and grabs the handle of the mallet, carefully dragging it towards herself. Leaning onto the handle, she looks from Nassa to the crack then to where the two teens ran off. Foot is tapped impatiently as the messenger shifts about. "Shardin' slow." Laytai hisses. "Send a child to do a messengers job." More curses and growls are emitted as she stands and waits.

Distantly from somewhere, "Nothing nearly so serious as you," Lyl replies as she ducks underneath the countertop. But then again, she didn't fall down from the main level either. "Cuts and bruises. And you told me it was just a scratch, Miles! Fair-sized piece of bottle?"

Distantly from somewhere, Mialie is half smiling now with the other two in the confined protective space, "Well, now isn't this cozy? Don't you think Miles?" A several turns ago it might have been awkward but it is rather amusing to Mialie's thoughts.

Morallen /does/ have to follow procedure, you know. Hmph. Of course, he definitely can't see Mialie, so the hmph is entirely from his player. He backs away from the crack at Nassa's warning, but gives an unseen nod to those below. "No problems moving your toes?" he queries. "No loss of sensation?" Of course, they'll all likely be left well-dosed with redwort, numbweed and arnica salves onc ehe can get his hands on them. Waiting for a reply, he turns back to the Seacrafter. "Need another hand on the ropes? I'm no good with my Crafting until I've patients to work on..."

Distantly from somewhere, Miles errrrs... "Didn't want you to worry. Now that the bleeding has stopped, there's nothing to worry over." He shifts uncomfortably in the cold water running across his seat. Quite the change in Mia now that she's seated. He can't miss the hiden barbs, and is glad to have the healer to reply to, "It works well enough. Didn't even know it was damaged until I found the blood."

Panting, and carrying the arm-long bar of iron, the larger of the two teens returns, "Here you are." He hands it to Nassa, obviously glad to be rid of the weight.

Distantly from somewhere, Mialie having cold water run around ones backside and soak ones feet while their hand is bleeding and their head is throbbing can elicit a change in anyone. Mialie smirks and shakes her head and watches Lylana for a moment then tries to peer out from under the lean-to to get a closer look at the crack. "How long before its wide enough? It's mighty damp down here."

Distantly from somewhere, Cozy. Riight. Lyl'll just scoot a bit farther from Mia now... "Didn't want me to worry? Cute." To the healer she yells, "I'm sure Master Mialie's in no immediate danger..." Nope. She's not that lucky.

Nassa nods to Morallen, "If you'd be so good as to hold my tether? Laytai? How about we trade? You hold the spike up, and I hit it?" messengers being known more for endurance than upper body strength. "Just a few minutes down there!" He ties another body length of line between himself and the eye of the spike. Wouldn't due to let it fall through to the floor below.

Distantly from somewhere, Mialie could crush Lylana like a bug if she had mind to. Knows a few ruffian Ruathans...and a couple of shady Bitrans leftover from her younger, wilder, bolder days.

"About time!" Laytai snaps, hissing out a breath and fixing a glare at the boy. Switching her gaze, she turns to Nassa. "Sounds good to me, just, uh, don't miss." She comments, dragging the mallet around and handing it over to Nassa. Taking the spike in hand, she finds the hallow spot once more and places the spike upon it. "No missing!" Laytai states again, grasping hands turning a bit white.

"Right-o, then," agrees Morallen, moving his healer's kit to a safe location and rolling up his sleeves to take hold of the tether, then looking around to find somthing to brace his feet against. "Whenever you're ready, Nassa. And you," he calls over to one of the apprentices milling about. "Go get some water heated for tea, and rustle up some more blankets. And bring heating rocks for them."

Nassa hefts the mallet. "I'll try not to," he assures Laytai as he widens his stance and checks the swing of his arm. A few adjustments to his position, a deep breath, and a full from-behind-over-his-head swing down onto the spike. Shards of rock, a loud CRACK! and the lower half of the spike is driven into the floor.

Distantly from somewhere, Miles could crush Mia right here as they sit, and might even consider it if he thought there was any threat to Lyl's well being.

Distantly from somewhere, Mialie could have her mate's dragon 'accidetnally' sit on Miles and squish him into jelly, but we all know no one has a mind to do anything and Mialie has better things to do than waste her time on the ill-tempered Lylana or the stone-headed Miles now don't we. "I can see more light!" Mialie shouts to the workers above.

Laytai snorts. "Try, that's reassuring." She gives a weak grin, before watching as Nassa got into position. Wide eyes never leave the mallet as it drops onto the spike. The moment it hits, Laytai's hands shot back and are clenched to her chest. Flexing her fingers brings a sigh of relief from the messenger's mouth. "Scared me for a moment." Glancing back at the spike, she raises to her feet and backs away. No more reason for her to hold it if it is stable.

"All's well on this end," reports Morallen. Unnecessarily, perhaps, but it's all part of the show. The tallish Healer takes a firmer grip on the rope. "So, can I expect a sharp pull on this when that patch lets go?"

Nassa tries to pull the spike back out, but settles for beating it back and forth until the opening is large enough to remove the spike, and positions it for the next strike, about two feet away. "We'll keep marking off the edges of a circle until the sharding thing falls away. Make an X pattern, & keep halving the angles. Shouldn't take more than..." His voice trails off as Morallen's words sink in. He's about to call Laytai back over when he feels the floor beneath him shift and become almost sandy. "Oh sharding bits of..." the rope goes taught as he falls through the now open floor.

Distantly from somewhere, Lylana isn't even going to think about what would happen if Mialie's mate's dragon sits on Miles, so enough with this endlessly violent line of thought, okay? Anyways, at all the loud noises going on above her head, she eeks and grabs Miles, shutting her eyes tight and hiding her face, being all weak and girly and stuff. There. Mock at will.

"Faranth's aureate eyeridges!!" yelps Morallen as he's dragged forward by the sudden siren call of gravity. He manages to find purchase for his feet after being dragged forward a few himself, and the rope abruptly jerks to a stop. "Shards." he mutters with feeling, grunting slightly at the continued pull.

Very faintly from an unknown source, Cynda has disconnected.

"Nassa!" Laytai yelps, "Morallen, d'ya got him?" She asks frantically. Inching closer, only to take a step back in fear of falling down also. "Y'all okay down there? Anyone hurt? Need any help?" She inquires of those in the hole, and to the healer. Only her nerves keep her from pacing back and forth, which would most likely do more harm then anything.

Distantly from somewhere, A deafening sound of the ceiling falling away followed by pieces large and small raining down on the shelter, some large enough to make the converted bar-top boom like a drum and those sheltering under it wonder if it will hold brings all fo the conversation to a stop.

Distantly from somewhere, Mialie stands up abruptly,after the stone shower, despite the soreness and bruises, "Thank Faranth!" she moves over to where the hole in the floor is and looks relieved. She's smiling now at Lyalana and Miles, "Looks like we'll retain our sanity after all."

Nassa kicks his feet over nothing, and is glad Morallen slid those few feet. It let him drop straight down instead of bouncing off the edges of the hole. He settles down and looks around the cavern, unable to see much in the darkness, beyond the shaft of light he's in. "Hello!! I'll climb out of here and then we'll get the gear rigged to lift you all out!" There's at least one alive, and he's not ready to think about the others yet. Years of climbing rigging make the short jaunt to the exit less than intersting for him. "OK folks! We've got 'em!! Let's get a few lines down the hole & we'll pull 'em out one at a time!"

Distantly from somewhere, Mialie takes long strides, marred by the hint of a limp up.

Mialie squeezes through the narrow opening that seems to push organs out of place as body is pulled through the rough stone broken in the floor, and then gets stuck! arms feel like they are pulled out of their sockets and Mialie with the effort of several people is finally pulled to safety -- not without some abrasions and bruising to show for it.

Morallen promptly dusts himself off, gives Nassa a nod as he sees that the seaman is still on his feet, and retrieves his medical bag and one of the warmed blankets that's been prepared. Striding over to the recently-rescued Mialie, he moves to drape the blanket over her shoulders. "Welcome back to the daylight... now, let's get you over out of the dust so I can poke at you, eh?"

Mialie grunts, "How much more abuse can a body take?" she complains ending up weakly on hands and knees. "You poke me and I'll poke your eye!"

Distantly from somewhere, Lylana walks up.

Lylana squeezes through the narrow opening that seems to push organs out of place as body is pulled through the rough stone broken in the floor, and then gets stuck! arms feel like they are pulled out of their sockets and Lylana with the effort of several people is finally pulled to safety -- not without some abrasions and bruising to show for it.
Lylana has disconnected.

Laytai steps way back, letting the healers get through to those who were hurt. Well, Laytai has done her good deed for the pass. Now it was time for the girl to call a dragonrider to come and bring her back to 'Reaches. Without a wave or a simple goodbye, the messenger turns and stalks off, quite proud of herself.
Laytai goes home.

Mialie pages, "she has a concusion, a bump on the right side of her forehead, a bump at the back of her head, multiple contusions, a missing right hand forefinger fingernail and dehydration"

Nassa nods his thanks to Morallen, and watches as the other rescuers proceed to rescue the others from below.

Distantly from somewhere, Miles strolls up.
Miles squeezes through the narrow opening that seems to push organs out of place as body is pulled through the rough stone broken in the floor, and then gets stuck! arms feel like they are pulled out of their sockets and Miles with the effort of several people is finally pulled to safety -- not without some abrasions and bruising to show for it.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Lylana off to bed.
From the office, Seithene has connected.

Miles manages to get himself through the opening without too much trouble until his right leg drags across the jagged rock, and reopens the cut in his leg. Oh well. There are healers here, they'll patch him up, and then they can worry about rescuing the others from the dorms above.
Miles has disconnected.

"How about prodding? Is that any better than poking?" inquires Morallen of Mialie with an affable smirk that's his attempt at bedside manner. He sees the blanket settled about her shoulders, and gestures to a nearby chunk of stone suitable for sitting on. "Now, tell me where it hurts," he asks, the smirk flashing again. "And a little more specification than 'all over' would be greatly appreciated." Meanwhile, he intercepts Miles with another blanket, and makes to steer him over to the same general area.

Mialie smirks and watches morallen move Miles, who has since lost consciousness after being moved, "Well I think 'all over' is pretty apt considering the cirucmstances. My hand could use patching up and for Faranths sake give me somthing to get rid of this pounding headache!" And boy, won't those in the office be wondering how she got out and they are still in.

Werienne arrives frmo the doorway which leads back out to the Courtyard.

Morallen eyes the unconscious Miles, and promptly hollers for his superior, who takes over tending to him, leaving Rallen to Mialie's tender mercies... Wait, shouldn't that be the other way around? "I'll get you some willowsalic tea for your headache as soon as I determine just how bad it is," he promises. "Let's get a look at that hand first, hmm? I've got numbweed..." The blessed pot is produced and uncapped.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Miles off to bed.

From the office, Noises from outside cause Seithene to wake up again, and she looks around bleary eyed. Yup, still trapped. Edan and Keitha are still there. But ... Mialie's gone. Sei looks around, "Master Mialie?" she calls out, wondering where she could have gone to.

Only just catching word of the tragedy with the vintners, the buxom young red head skirts her way with some vestage of agility through the mounds of shattered plaster and broken glass. Seeing the mess of people currently manning the rescue, the bar maid quietly perches herself on the nearest boulder to get a guage of the surroundings, fingers curling abover her brow to shade her perspective. "Need an extra hand? Can't say I'm good for much, but I'll help as long as I am able."
Werienne claims that prior pose. O.o

Mialie looks steadily at Morallen and says evenly, "I could certainly show you how bad it is..." she says as the healer takes care of her hand, "Just go and get me a really big wooden club and i'll beat you over the head a few times and that will give you a fair idea of the pain that is throbbing in my skull."

Very faintly from an unknown source, Sirri has connected.

Nassa smiles and watches as Morallen practices his craft, then approaches while the healer tends her hand, "Master Mialie?" He bows slightly, "I'm Seaman Nassa. A pleasure to finally meet you."

Mialie holds out her good hand the left one to shake Nessa's, "Well met...heard you take charge. Thought I was going to have to coordinate the rescue while being the victim. Glad there were something other than --" she pauses to rephrase, "Glad there was a leader to coordinate those who needed help and direction." she nods to Weirienne and looks around at those who are still working but taking breaks it was going to be a long day.

"I'll take a pass," replies Morallen easily, wincing slightly at the sight of the missing nail. "Well, you've gone and taken the fingernail right off your right forefinger," he notes, unnecessarily but as a way of keeping the Vintner's focus. "Fortunately, it looks to be a clean yank. Tell me when this numbweed's taken effect, so I can get to cleaning it up and bandaging. It should take approximately three fortnights to grow back, depending on how fast your nails grow. Where did you hit your head?"

Very faintly from an unknown source, After a rather trying time scrambling out of the precarious position on the edge of the rift, Sirri has settled against the central pillar still standing. 'Ryn is once more in a fretful sleep, as his leg hurts too much to allow him to sleep deeply. Her own injuries forgotten, all minor when considered against her son's state, she calls hopefully towards the nearest wall. "Did I hear something about Master Mialie getting out in one piece?"

From the office, Seithene looks around, trying to figure out how Mialie got out. "Hello?" she calls out, feeling oddly funny not knowing if anyone is really going to hear her and not being able to see who she's talking to, "Anyone there?"

Werienne can hear the cries of those still trapped within, and is about to join the effort when she pauses at catching Mialie's title. "Master Mialie?" Is uttered with a sort of reverence not shown to many by the red headed spitfire. She slides from her rock and patters closer to the legendary vintner and the healer. "Can I be of any assistance here? Do you need anything Master Mialie?"

Nassa takes her hand in his, "You just worry about getting patched, cleaned, and rested." He nods to Morallen, "You're in excellent hands, and I'll do what i can to keep things in order. We'll get your people out after the building is stabilized."

Mialie calls out loudly, "yes i am out and I am fine. I fell through a space between the floor and the wall, I don't recommend it as a popular exi--ouch! Faranth easy with that... just bandage it up and be done with it!" she says to the healer. "And i hit my head where there are bumps." she says pointing to them. She nods to Nassa, "Your aid is appreciated." she says mmoving easily from cranky patient, to demanding master, to grateful vintner and diplomat.

Very faintly from an unknown source, Sirri looks somewhat more at ease from the distant response from the master. She yawns gently, eyes blood-shot after days of no real sleep. Curling about her son protectively, the Journeywoman gathers up some dusty clothes and attempts some rest, eyes closing as dreams threaten the weary woman.
Very faintly from an unknown source, Sirri has disconnected.

Nassa smiles, and nods. He'll be glad to let the proffessionals take over when they arrive, but until then... "I'd best get back to the shoring. We've got to find the edges of the rotten floor you were pulled through before we can brace the one above..." He bows again to the master, and starts back into the disaster area. *OOC :G'night all. See you tomorrow I hope.*

From the office, Keitha has connected.
Nassa has disconnected.

Morallen radiates an irritating amount of affableness as he's growled at by Mialie, waiting for the numbweed to cut in, and then setting about disinfecting the wound, applying more numbweed, and bandaging it, all with an unhurried attention to detail. There are more injured Vintners still down there, but until they're out, he can't do much for them. So, he hurries not, although one can imagine he'll be having conversations with those still confined later on. "Clear skies, Nassa," he calls over, before giving Werienne a nod, and returning to the Master Vintner. "There's your hand taken care of, now tell me when I reach an area that hurts," he orders, deft fingers probing gently about Mialie's head.

From the office, Keitha idly kicks at the stupid non-helping desk. "Shards!" she yelps in pain, okay stupid thing to do yes, specially with her ankle hurting as well.
From the office, Seithene has disconnected.

Werienne nibbles gently on one clipped nail, eyes flickering from Mialie to the crumbling building that was once a rather prestigous hold. She dissapears for a moment, scattering bits of rubble in her haste as she slips into the hold. Upon immergence from the doors she takes her place once again at Mialie's side. With a look of mutual respect to the healer, the 'tender carefully offers a tall ornate mug to the master vintner. From within the smells of warm cider flood from the mug's rim, thoroughly coating all three of the small company. Another scent can be distinguished, very faintly, among the fruit. Fellis, just a pinch, has been added, in an attempt to relax the injured Master. With a quiet nod, the girl nudges the drink into the woman's hand. "Do take it, Master, you've some rest to gain."

Mialie winces and gets up suddenly not wanting anyone touching her aching head, if there was some brandy or tot to take the edge off she'd have it. "I'm fine there are others who need tending if not physically mentally." she pauses, "I would be enternally grateful if you would send words of encouragement to those still afflicted partically tell them what to do for those who are injured and can't get help yet...to reduce panic" she says, "I really need to go lie down" she says weekly and tiredly. *OOC: I must leave now but continue to rp as long as you wish! And please do come back tomorrow for the final phase.
Mialie takes the drink gratefully, "Thank you!" at Weirienne, "I can't remember the last time I had a drink and I'm parched." she frowns a bit worried that she doesn't hear Seithene anymore but there is nothing to be done and she's exhausted.

Mialie moves away quietly out of the ruined hall to where she can get some sleep with the others who have been helping and she is gone...

From the office, Keitha pushes at the door, the walls as she curses "Stupid sharding *mumble mumble* piece of lousy workmenship. I want OUT OF HERE!!!" okay so combination of alchohal withdrawal and just getting plain stark raving mad at being cooked up makes for one sour grape.

Morallen lifts a hand in sudden caution. "How much fellis did you add to that?" the Healer asks, quickly but quietly as he too picks up the scent. "Ten drops is deadly, 5 will knock her out for a day..." he murmurs to Werienne. "She'd likely do best with chamomile tea, if you can get it to her..."
Mialie isn't about to give up the tea... forget it! Gonna go and pass out yep.

Werienne tilts her head towards the healer, fingers suddenly wringing gently as she watches the Master stumble away. "Only three drops, she was far too tired to even stand, healer, and at that she /is/ Mialie, I don't believe she'd drink tea if you paid her." The girl chuckles lightly, silver eyes twinkling a tad.

Mialie has disconnected.
Very faintly from an unknown source, Jaryn has disconnected.

"Good," murmurs Morallen in reply. "She's got a concussion, although she won't let me look, and I'm still a little leery about fellis in that situation, but... I suppose it won't hurt. She needs to rehydrate, though. And that means no alchohol for at least a few days. /I/ will arrange to be /elsewhere/ when you tell her that," he smirks, before sobering. "Now... what other injuries are still trapped below, do you know?"

From the office, Keitha flops back onto the floor, tired, dejected, hurt and just plain miserable. She'll be stuck in here until she dies, she just knows it. She picks up a broken bit of wall and throughs it against the other side and listens to it clatter.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Mialie off to bed.

Werienne casts an amused glance at Morallen, taking the oppurtunity to clear her throat. "Ah, remind me to be scarse as well for that." The distant sound of something shattering within the hall causes a slender rubine brow to wrinkle. "Not a clue, healer, though I will certainly be of any help I can when we get a few more of the wounded. Can't say I'm adept at healing, but I've a knack for picking things up quickly." She nods once as if it clears the matter before retrieving a few biscuts she managed to stow in her pockets. "Food? You look famished, if I may say, healer."

"I'll let you be my lovely assistant," Morallen promises, a twinkle in hazel eyes. He takes the offered biscuit with an air of patent relief. "Truly a figure of mercy. Thank you, I'm not leaving here until I get status reports, so I was wondering about feeding myself..." he trails off at the sound of the clatter, and tracks a little ways towards it, before calling out in his light tenor. "Hello there... this is Morallen of Healer Hall. Can you hear me? We're still working to get you out, but I need to know your names, and what sort of injuries you have..."

From the office, Keitha almost doesn't here the call as she throws another broken rock and then pauses "I'm in HERE!!!!!!!" she screams out as she pushes at the door. "Let Me OUT!!!!" she cries, okay she's just a bit excited to answer questions as of yet.

Werienne cracks a smile as Morallen stalks towards the unstable building. She's rather fond of that one, she'll have to find excuses to get them some more biscuts in the near future. Babbling silently to herself on her tangent, she near starts when Keitha's voice unmistakably spills from the badly damaged office. "Oh my, so we do have someone up and kicking in there." Quite literally, it would seem. "Are you alright in there? It's going to take a little longer to dig you out I'm afraid, we've folks working very hard."

From the office, Aurelia Aurelia falls and slides in from a hole above and a landslide of rubble...Aieeeee! THUD!

From the office, Keitha nearly screams "Sharding no I'm not okay." she exclaims "I'm bruised battered and I've not had a drink on days! What do you think?" she's mad.. she's hurt and mad. Then as someone else falls she screams "AURELIA!!!!!" and nearly trips as she tries to run on a bad ankle to her.

From the office, Aurelia blinks...she's quite shaken and her bum hurts. She happened to slide onto it. "Um, Keitha, sweetheart. I'm okay." she says, whether that's entirely true or not, hopefully, it'll calm her down.

"Muff magng omng..." Morallen attempts, arround a mouthful of biscuit. He swallows, clears his throat at the dryness, and then tries again. "Just hang on there. Try not to rattle around too much, or you might make it harder for the rescue crews to get you out. Now, tell me your name, and what exactly is wrong with you, so we can be ready when you come out. Who else is in there with you?"

Werienne begins munching on her own biscut, taking the time to swallow and swill down some nearby water that had been left by a rather tired drudge. "Well, I've good news then," Weri states calmly, eyes towards the rubble. "I'm a bar maid, and as soon as we get you out, I'll get you a free round my self, so you've that to look forward too, but if you panic and work yourself into a state of intense fatigue, I'm afraid this healer over here wont let yo uat any of my wonderful brew for fear of killing you off, so it's best if you just rest a bit, eh?" Mhm. A little of the ol' tender magic should do the trick.

From the office, Aurelia reaches over to take Keitha's hand. "Sit down with me, Keitha." she says softly. As she looks around the office, she can tell they're well and truly stuck, so might as well conserve energy.

"Ah, easy now Senior Journeywoman," cautions Morallen. "I'm the one with the scalpels, after all. But the young lady has a point... if you raise a fuss, I might have to see that you catch some time in the Infirmary. But you've got Senior Journeywoman Aurelia with you as well. Good, good... where the shell did I put that notebook..." The last a mutter to himself, before he raises his voice again. "Are either of you injured?" he repeats. "And what sort, if you are?"

From the office, Aurelia looks Keitha over, then raises her voice. "I see cuts, bruises and she's limping. So, she's gonna sit with me." And she reaches for Keitha's hand. "Hey, sweetheart. Come, sit with me? We can wile away the time, you know."

Werienne finishes the last of her biscut and stands, offering a warm smile to the healer she's taken too. "Well, best be off, some restorative teas to whip up for those recovered in the near future. See you a bit later, shall I healer?" And with that, the oddly helpful young red head, slips back into the hold.

From the office, Keitha is about ready to leap out of her sitting spot again, but Aurelia's grip upon her land keeps her down. She mumbles under her breath "Threaten me will he." she fumes and picks up and throws another rock at the direction of the door.

Werienne goes home.

"Oh, most likely," comments Morallen to the empty room, before settling tiredly on a pile of blankets to await the arrival of the next rescue team. Wearily, he passes scrubs his hands over his face and rests his elbows on his knees, before picking up the conversation through the wall again. "So," he essays. "Care to tell me what happened? Besides the obvious 'The Hall Fell Down', of course."