Numair- 44 years old- Acer

Looking up from where he and Shadir had been study the map he saw the three enter. "What the hell happened?!" He said upon seeing the man's condition. He was one of them, clearly by the cloak he wore and the missing finger on his left hand. Blood covered both him and Darim. "Set him on a cot, Julie get my medical bag." With that the woman nodded and rushed to the back of the house as her husband approached the injured man. "The cut its t deep, though he will be out for a while on the account of all the blood he lost. He's lucky to be alive now in fact." The man said a bit relieved. The woman returned then with a tray of what could only be called tools. Numair took from it a needle and a bit of thread as he steadily held pressure on the wound. "Any idea whom he may be?"

Atara - 22(f) - Acer

As she somehow got the man up in a cot she panted, leaning against the wall. That had been a lot heavier than expected. As she heard Numair ask who it might be she glanced at Shadir a moment. "Im pretty sure he is Mahir." she said, standing up a bit better. It had been quiet some time since she had seen Mahir and they never really spoke to one a other. However they did atleast say hi every now and then. So he was probably the one she had the best knowledge about. Atleast from her own agegroup that is.

Shadir- 51 years old- Acer

The man looked up from his map for a moment before eyeing the man that Numair was seeing back up. Could it be? After all these years Mahir wasn't dead after all? What were the odds of that? How long had it been since he had last seen his son? Five-six years if not more? Reluctantly he pushed himself to face the fear that this may not actually be his missing child. Numb steps brought him closer to the boy, until he was peering over Numair's shoulder. "H-how?" He stammered holding back a wave of tears that threatened to fall. His son, his first born was alive after all these years yet now he lay upon the cot his life's blood spilling from a wound that he couldn't help fix. How many times had he told Alhena that he wasn't going home? How many times did he lie to Lea just for it to have been the truth after all? It was too much. He backed away after a moment thinking about how much had happened since he had gotten the news of his son's disappearance.

Numair- 44 years old- Acer

"And...done." The man said cutting the thread after he finished making the last knot. "He should recover if given the time though he will need rest." He said before looking back at Shadir. Clearly this had shaken the man, it had been a while after all. "Just try not to wake him alright?" He said giving a slight smile at Shadir whom was off in his own world at the moment. "Darim!" The man appeared from the court heard area the puppy in his arms. "Why don't you and Atara go fetch a bit of water from the well for the bath? There should already be some buckets out there." Darim nodded setting the puppy down as he turned to leave. "And Dagon when they return would you help me get him to the bath? Can't have the wound getting infected can we?"

Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Acer

As he heard Atara say his name he looked up at the girl before quickly turning his attention to Shadir. The mans steps was tiff and numb, as if drugged but he understood his fear, his anguish. Well not compleatly. He always knows were his kids are. But at that moment he heard a voice in his head asking him if he did know. A short moment he went pale and for a short moment he got one vision after the other in his mind there they were either dead, tortured or only god knows what. After that quick moment of compleat and utter fear in his entire body he shaked it of him, making himself think happy thoughts. When asked to help bath the young man he nodded after a concearned look at Shadir. "Sure." he said calmly.



Atara - 22(f) - Acer

"Sure" she said before walking out, beeing met by Algol that jumped down. "Hello beutiful, just rest okej?" she smiled, gently kissing the animal that licked her back before walking in and laying down to rest. Dang he was a lot heavier than expected. She could feel it in her entire body just after that short walk that she had carried Mahir. Once she was alone with Damir she looked up at him. "You okej?" she asked as she walked towards the well, moving her shoulders slightly to remove some of the stiffness they had gotten.

Shadir- 51 years old- Acer

Slowly as if in shock the man sank to the floor. He felt terrible! He himself had ruled off that his son was dead when there he lay before him with a rip in his chest! What kind of father was he? Well it was better to have found out now than on his death bed. Lea would be so happy. But then to think Mahir didn't know was the baby. It had really been that long.... Lea was what four when he had left? The question now was though where had he been for this long? If he had just been running about the city then Numair would have seen him. So where?

Darim- 23 years old- Acer

"Me? I'm fine, I'm just a bit worried about Shadir: I had no idea..." The man took a moment to look back at the living space, at the injured man, and Shadir whom was sitting on the floor now. For someone whom had given up everything he seemed now to be broken and beaten down. "Let's just go get the water, I would rather not be out covered in blood longer than I have to."

Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Acer

He looked worridly at Shadir before looking at the boy once more. This was quiet the shock for all of them, they had just kinda accepted the fact that Mahir was dead. So to see the boy was simply ... baffeling to say the least. And if he was this shocked from it, then how was Shadir feeling now? He cant even imagine it and had no idea what to do about it. So instead he looked away, his face deep in thought.



Atara - 22(f) - Acer

As he spoke she looked up at him and then back at the others. "We all just assumed that he was no longer amongst the walking. The nes of his disaperance came many years ago." she explained as she easly made her way to the well. Once there she simply begun to gather the water. For one bath they would probably need to go atleast 10 times each, despite carrying two buckets each every time. If they all were to take a bath? Well that would be quiet a shore to do if she was honest. With nothing else to say she simply took a grip of the rope, filling one bucket after the other. Her left side was soar after flying into the wall earlier but it will pass in aday or two as most so she simply ignored it. What else could she do?

Shadir- 51 years old- Acer

None of it made any sense. If he had been a Templar then he would have wore the clothes of such no? Or was this a sick trick before he killed them all in their sleep? But why would his son go to the side of the Templars? What did he hope to gain by doing so? Maybe he was carrying something that would give them more information towards either his disappearance or why he had never returned. Slowly the Shadir pushed himself to his feet keeping his eyes on his son the whole time he did, even as he approached the bed. Carefully he rummaged through all of the pouches, and folds in the cloak put came up with only a loaf of bread that had been stored away. If he wasn't confused before this just sent him over the edge.

Darim- 23 years old- Acer

"But you never saw a body?" He asked placing the bucket down near her's. Father had always said not to assume that someone was dead until you see the body. The human body is capable of pulling through the worst of injures if their barer has enough will to live. "A sure fired wway to know someone is truly dead is to see their lifeless body in person." He added taking up the bucket again. In truth he didn't mind having to work a bit, even if he was a bit tired. It gave the mind something to focus on as you were trying to think.

Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Acer


He walked up to Shadir, gently and carefully guiding his friend to a stol that stood in the courner and helped him to sit down. The man that had seemed like a lighthouse in a storm was now nothing but a small, flickering flame, struggling to burn in the harsh wind of a storm. "Breath..." he reminded his friend that had not taken a single breath as he had guided him from the boy to the stol. Anxiously he looked at his friend and back at the boy. This was to be honest a rather crule joke of whatever god there is. What god would treat a person in such a awfull way? Pulling away their son for several years, making the family suffer in agony of the unknown fate. Beeing only able to asume the worst to manage to stay sane. Yet the god still feelt it necessary to torment the man further by throwing the child, more or less dead infront of the man so that he could be tormented some more.



Atara - 22(f) - Acer

She shaked her head to his question. No, they had never seen the body. "True, however I guess that after time its easier for the mind to just assume that the person is dead rather than captive somewhere and beeing tormented day and night." she answered.With a tired smile she hold out her second bucket to Darim once his own two was gfilled. He seemed to enjoy the work so why not let him do it?

Shadir- 51 years old- Acer

"It doesn't make sense." Shadir said at last still not able to take his eyes off his son. "Why was he here? If he was held captive then he would be in a prison somewhere yet here he was laying before them. How? "When I got news he was dead the master said he had been struck down while allowing his party to escape. I was informed that his head had been hung outside the city as a reminder not to visit. Alhena took the news worse than I did. For weeks she just sat and moped about while she tried to figure out how to deal with the lost." The man paused for a moment. "Then she just forgot and let it go, as did I. 'There was nothing we could have done' we told ourselves 'even if we had been there.' I guess that really goes to show that you can't trust anyone."

Darim- 23 years old- Acer

With a bit of a smirk he took the second bucket as well. "Still it seems a bit unjust. But what am I saying, I've never been in a situation such as this before. Father-" he cut himself off there. She didn't know of his parents and frankly to save himself nagging and judgment on her part he would rather not bring them up. Maybe she hadn't been listening to the last part though even if she had he promptly left before she could have a chance to ask about it. Once inside he poured the buckets of water into the tub. The next would have to be warmed up before being poured in, but he could worry about that when the time came. Not saying anything he returned to the well.

Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Acer


In silence he looked at the man that had crumbled before them all. He had always seen Shadir as someone wo would never break down for anything. He had always seemed like the type to never get touched by anything. And yet, there he sat on the stol, broken and shakend in the ground. "I am terribly sorry Shadi but I have no answer for you, I have nothing to tell you that will help neither. All we can wait for is him to get well enough to tell you what you want and need to know." he said, looking at the man with honest eyes. He dont speak much but as he does its rarly ignored or just brushed aside. "Now, if you need me to listen Il gladly do so." he said with a friendly smile.



Atara - 22(f) - Acer

"I guess so." she said nodding. As he went quiet she looked at him. Why did he stop talking? For some time she just looked at him, before he started to walk away. With a sigh she took up her own buckets and walked after Darim. Why did he stop talking? He didnt know his parents as well? No, that didnt seem like it.He seemed to know but not willing to share. Perhaps he and his father did not like one a other? Well it was possible , weirder things have happend. For instance she and Darim have shared a kiss. As Darim walked out of the door she stepped to the side before entering, pouring her buckets into a cauldrun before heading out for water once more. As she saw him pulling upp the first bucket she smiled a bit. Well, he may not want to share everything but neither does she. There are memories, fears ... experiences she would never like to tell.