Out of School Suspension

Well…. That could have gone better.
Grimm shifts slowly on his cot as it rocks side to side in the sway of the water, doing what he can to not pull the stitching on the side of his neck.
Triage
Though he had started the day with many potions and protections, they did the job of keeping him alive. He was reminded of that fact with every heartbeat…. and the reverberating throb of pain from where the hunger of the horde had found his back and neck. The fact he was alive was due to Tannis and Atlas being able to get to him and stop him from expiring in front of that blasted cannon.
“I am about to do something really stupid”
He could almost laugh at the irony… if it didn’t feel like it would send him over his delicate edge. Draven did what he felt was right in that moment and Grimm couldn’t fault him for his action. He even admired the bravery. Just wished he wasn’t standing in range of the cannon that the good captain so antagonized.
Sleep took him. Though anything but peaceful.
“ Hey don’t you die in that hole!” Riana had slid the compartment open revealing a cloudy day, and a warm meal in hand, fresh bandages in the other. “Zyphira wants you to know that she isn’t a maid and you had best clean up after yourself.” Grimm looked down and noted the bleeding hadn’t stopped as well as he would have liked. Leading to a stain of now cherry-d wood. “ Yes, Of course. Pass the meal and please go away. While I am grateful, I would like to rest.”
Rook Succeeded.
The information was fruitful. By given reaction, it was a full harvest. He grinned, or grimaced, to himself as he slid back into the cot with the stew, sipping from it and letting the river rock him to much needed rest.
The journey up to Whisper Ridge proved uneventful, though now the fact that he had to throw his hat down in defeat the that monster of a captain left him feeling more exposed then the now tattered gear his still wore. He clean up with what he could, removing stained and excessively damaged pieces of the kit peppered by the shrapnel of the cannon blasts, or the magic that had scorched him .
“SHENANIGANS! “
With a level of stealth that he found unnerving, even slightly rage inducing, Rook was standing behind him. Mischief and joy present in her eyes were replaced with genuine concern once she took notice of his haggard state. To which he waved off and reached for his tankard. “ Glad you made it in one piece, it is better than most of us ended up. Hopefully we can find Tannis and the others back in Meadowmere and I can get Jack and Z to make me a ne- Whats wrong?” Her expression was crestfallen. She had a note in her hand that was stained in a manner of ways. Its contents just as battered as him.
“ ah… I see… well that changes….nothing. we have to continue as planned, just need to head to Haven and Speak with Kalen.
It’s time for things to get…Interesting