Vhalar 1st, 719
Qit'ria was busy watching one of the Order of Adunih healers go through many different types of stitching techniques and when to use them. Her and Oonah were both in attendance, as well as all the members of their healing group. The short portly woman with glasses, was speaking with a terribly cheerful tone.
"Alright gang! Pay attention!"
She gestured to the table in the middle of the room. On a cloth were many types of needles, of different sizes, materials, some were straight, others were curved. "These are a standard set of surgical needles we put together here at the order. A needle for every occasion. It is imperative that you clean your needles, and the pouch, religiously. A dirty needle can kill your patient."
She then went through, explaining the different names and uses for each needle. Then she moved onto the thread types, repeating the process. She held up an instrument that looked like a strange set of tongs. "You can use this to hold the needle, or you can use your own fingers. Whatever feels right and works best for each situation. Just remember, clean clean clean!"
She then, using various cloths, showed the basic suturing techniques, explaining why and when to use them. "Now, all of you try! If you have any questions, just ask!" Qit stepped forward to the table, alongside many others, to begin practicing. She didn't like this group style of learning, she was figdety and didn't like how little they moved. But she knew Oonah appreciated it and that she herself needed it. So she stuck it out. She moved to pick up a needle when there was a small boom nearby and the Order of Adunih shook, causing many people to yell out, startled.
Qit didn't know what had happened, but she knew it wasn't good. One look at Oonah, "Oonah, we go help. Fast."
It was not a request. Qit immediately began sharpening her focus, grabbing her Order pack on the way out, knowing Oonah could keep up with ease. Once outside, Qit looked around, seeing smoke from the east, down the road. She started running toward that direction, solidifying her hand and shoulder as much as possible to keep the pack with her. Several houses down, one larger tavern was on fire. Glass and other debris was laying around in the street, in various states of conflagration.
She heard moans from inside, and saw city guards rushing into help. Her instinct was to rush in too, but she knew what the Order would want. Plus, she might be in the way. The guards seemed to be on it. She, and others coming from the Order, would be handling the healing, the guards would be handling the saving. Several Order members were arriving, and one gold cloak was taking charge. He threw around the word triage, which Qit thought sounded familiar. She looked around for Oonah, to gain some extra direction for her.
The highest ranking officer of the guard on the scene came over to the gold cloak, informing her that the tavern's brewery in the basement had exploded and the entire place was going up in flames. It was terribly volatile and several people had died instantly. The guards now were beginning to drag people out. The gold cloak pointed the guards toward Qit and Oonah's position. The man was burned on his exposed skin, and blood was leaking out of his nose and ears.
And Qit was freezing up.