The Grey Tower

"I definitely needed more of that on my shirt," Seth grumbled, looking at the large red stain from the raspberries he had accidentally crushed as he had reached through a bush to grab a plant he'd seen. It was rare for him to be capable of getting away from his desk, let alone the Tower. While he was out, he figured he'd grab herbs for the Infirmary stockpiles.

He had walked out of the Tower at high, intent on keeping his mind from making him think people would ask him why he was going for a walk. He needed to be free of the whys and why-fores that seemed to permeate his day to day life as the Master of Soldiers.

"Were it not for the fact that Soldiers seemed to prefer having me as their point of Authority, I would have left the Tower on an adventure a while ago," He muttered, stuffing the plant into his herb satchel.

A little while later, the smell of fresh raspberry still lingering on the slodge that adorned Seth shirt, he found himself at an Elder Tree. Many of the flowers had fallen to the ground, to be trampled by the wild game and other animals in the area. Setting his satchel on the ground, he lifted himself into the tree, to retrieve some of the flowers that had not yet fallen to the earth. Nimble and quick, Seth quickly ascended, picking twigs with many leaves and flowers and keeping them in one hand.

A small judgement error on the strength of a branch he grasp proved detrimental, for no sooner did he shift his full weight to it, than it snapped and Seth plummeted. Upon hitting the ground he lost consciousness.

Conor Palfrey Never where He should be Amayani had been hunting for him, again.

He supposed he should think on his mentor with her appropriate title and rank, but she was still hunting him and regardless of how he thought of her he just needed out of the Yard. Hopping over fences, tree's and brush Conor worked his way outside the easier wanderings of the Grey Tower in hopes of avoiding the Mistress of Arms. She wasn't going to put a Gaidin cloak on him yet! Nope. nope! ...

The now immensely tall Ji'alantin we but a breadth-hair away from what he felt would be a monumental weight of responsibility he spent a long time avoiding for no other reason then habit. Sure he wanted to gain his cloak and proudly strut the yard, perhaps even trade tales with others of his rank and perhaps.. find that right bond for him. But of all the things he wanted, he didn't want it 'yet'. He knew when he would be ready even if Amayani probably felt that the sooner he owned up to it the sooner he would stop acting the boy. Also a conversation he was avoiding.

Whump! Crash!

Well that sounded unusual. Following the crash, Conor happened upon a rather familiar face in an unfamiliar position. Shi-! "Master Seth! Asha'man!" With trained reflexes and being aware of the slope in the ridge (seeing as how a man was now at the bottom of it!) he used the branches around him to get down to the Asha'man as quickly as he could. First Aid was not exactly his forte but he tried to be careful around the man's head and neck, in hopes of reviving him. Shaking was bad.

"Asha'man Seth! Wake up!" He shouted. He knew there was no one nearby to hear him yell out, so it was well enough that he was much larger then the small framed Asha'man and in well enough shape to carry him. But first, could he get the man to wake. And if not... Could he move him? Conor started searching carefully for head and neck injury as he continued to speak to the Asha'man in hopes of waking him.