Scouur - Elgar
Elgar awoke in a dark hut several hours later, his limbs were heavily wrapped and there was some sort of cold but dry salve with no colour but a heavy mint aroma plastered across most of his body. He sat upright and looked around, this room was indeed not a hut, but a sandstone building with woven branch dividers making it into a general infirmary, nothing special like ones Elgar had seen in cities back home, but a place free from sand where wounds could be healed. Where is my flame friend? Elgar could see something glowing behind one of the dividers, peeking in he saw his elemental friend, whom was glowing with a bright red flare. Bellows had been commandeered from some sort of medical apparatus to facilitate thier abnormal patient, the remnants of the device were hastily scattered around. Nodding with the satisfaction that the flame elemental would be fine, Elgar left the premise with surprisingly no intervention, the nurses and doctors had been surprisingly absent.
Soon the reasoning became apparent. The infirmary clinic had been down a single side road from the main central area, reaching said area Elgar could see that there were many injured coming from somewhere north of the city, probably the gate. After asking around he discovered that these people were from a place up north called Blarkensomthing, apparently some sort of creature had attacked their village with fire, unfortunately the information Elgar recieved wildly varied, everything from Dragons to forge giants.
To his dismay, it seemed like warnings were being passed out telling people not to head north for several more days, this unfortunately conflicted with Elgar's plans and unsurprisingly he disobeyed the advice.