[The inn he was herded into with the other newcomers was far more technologically advanced than he was accustomed, but not enough for him to think it might be an unpleasant disruption. Being the first to arrive, he dimmed the lights, and took over the only desk with a pile of books and some meager first aid supplies he’d managed to convince some locals to part with.
When another enters the room he only briefly looks up, then goes back to his books. No greeting. He was resigned to coexisting with this person, but was not going to succumb exchanging false pleasantries and smalltalk if he did not have to.]
[Training Grounds]
[Yvelon was fortunate that the magic he received on arrival was his specialty in Eorzea, however the way it worked was foreign enough for him to struggle with it. Thus he found himself at the training grounds, not to train, but to tend to those that were. For the most part he sat off to the side, reading something or another, until he saw the inevitable magical blunder at which point he makes his way over to check on the person. Generally looming over them at 6’10, and garbed in full black, he doesn’t give off the friendliest of vibes.]
I do not suppose you require some help with that?
[Stone’s Throw]
[The boulder attack may have come as a surprise to most, but Yvelon had just been waiting For something to go wrong, as things often did. He wasted no time in getting in the thick of the chaos to tend to the wounded, while he was still adjusting to the new form of magic, he had enough knowledge of less-magical first aid to still be of use. So whether your character is injured, or perhaps he’s just started barking orders and yours simply went along with it, he’s got his hands pressing on an ugly looking wound and is either getting the injured party to help, or looking to his impromptu assistant for help.]
Apply pressure here. [Yvelon reached into his bag for some bandages to wrap up the wound with.] It shall hurt, but provided you do not start sticking your fingers in the wound, you will live.
Yvelon Noirterel (WoL) | FFXIV | Healing/???
[The inn he was herded into with the other newcomers was far more technologically advanced than he was accustomed, but not enough for him to think it might be an unpleasant disruption. Being the first to arrive, he dimmed the lights, and took over the only desk with a pile of books and some meager first aid supplies he’d managed to convince some locals to part with.
When another enters the room he only briefly looks up, then goes back to his books. No greeting. He was resigned to coexisting with this person, but was not going to succumb exchanging false pleasantries and smalltalk if he did not have to.]
[Training Grounds]
[Yvelon was fortunate that the magic he received on arrival was his specialty in Eorzea, however the way it worked was foreign enough for him to struggle with it. Thus he found himself at the training grounds, not to train, but to tend to those that were. For the most part he sat off to the side, reading something or another, until he saw the inevitable magical blunder at which point he makes his way over to check on the person. Generally looming over them at 6’10, and garbed in full black, he doesn’t give off the friendliest of vibes.]
I do not suppose you require some help with that?
[Stone’s Throw]
[The boulder attack may have come as a surprise to most, but Yvelon had just been waiting For something to go wrong, as things often did. He wasted no time in getting in the thick of the chaos to tend to the wounded, while he was still adjusting to the new form of magic, he had enough knowledge of less-magical first aid to still be of use. So whether your character is injured, or perhaps he’s just started barking orders and yours simply went along with it, he’s got his hands pressing on an ugly looking wound and is either getting the injured party to help, or looking to his impromptu assistant for help.]
Apply pressure here. [Yvelon reached into his bag for some bandages to wrap up the wound with.] It shall hurt, but provided you do not start sticking your fingers in the wound, you will live.