Havel immediately pushes back his chair and heads to the fallen gnome. "Come on lass open your peepers." Though he is no healer he has seen his fair share of battle wounds and carefully inspects her. If it's just frostbite Havel will move her closer to the fireplace. 

Medicine Check

13 rolled in game log

Rothgar will also get up and go over to the gnome to check on their condition. He is trying to determine if its a sickness: (medicine: 17), or from the environment (nature:6)

Rothgar looks to Havel, "Let's get her closer to the fire, warm her up." He then turns to the on lookers, "Does anyone know this Kringle she speaks of?"

Nysbith slowly stands up from his chair. He looks at the fallen gnome with his eye's fueled by worry. 

``Kringle? Hmm`` 

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*Shrug*

Meifinas hesitates for a moment before getting up from his seat and looks at the Gnome with a worried expression. He shuts his eyes as he thinks about the question posed by Rothgar. 

"Kringle..." He trailed off slightly and took a breath.

{History Check: 12 }

Nysbith Now rubs that back of his head and sighs. 

``Nysbith knows no one of that Title.`` 

He grabs his own chair and pulls it over for the gnome to sit and rest on.

Havel and Rothgar note several troubling signs as they inspect the unconscious gnome. Her fingerprints are discoloured and there are patches of swollen skin, indicating frostbite, but besides that, she appears to suffer from hypothermia, her body temperature noticeably lower than normal. Bruises and scrapes mark her body, hinting at recent struggles or confrontations, and so does her torn and damaged clothing. Sensing the urgency, some of the nearby patrons seated by the fireplace courteously shuffle, making space for the group to bring the gnome closer to the warmth of the crackling flames.

Meanwhile, Meifinas recalls snippets of stories heard earlier in the evening, as well as the dwarven bard's song about someone named Kringle. Kringle, a hero who courageously battled darkness, bringing light to Iceville. The stories echo a familiar narrative, detailing Kringle's annual visits to Iceville. It is during these visits that the enigmatic figure bestows gifts upon the town's children, each carefully crafted within the secretive confines of his hidden forest workshop.

Rothgar, being from the savages of the north, assist in treating the frost bite. "Fetch some warm broth or mulled wine, she'll need something warm inside her once she becomes conscious."

Havel will help move the gnome. Once she is settled, he leaves her in Rothgar's good hands and heads out just to the entryway. "I am going to take a peek outside and see what dangers may lurk in the dark." He stops by his rucksack first to grab a torch and light it before heading outside. He raises the torch high and sweeps the area in front of the tavern with his gaze. 

Perception

17 rolled in game log

Seeing the gnome, Faune exclaims “Oh my, oh my! Is she ok?” she asks this to the group of travelers.

She gently goes to the gnome to check her pulse.

Rothgar places his hands over the gnome's frost bit hands, trying to warm them gently. He watches to make sure she is warm, but not too warm, and see if she comes around. He also looks to see if any of her injuries need attention, and to see what may have attacked her by the damage of her clothing. 

Under Rothgar's care, a faint hint of colour gradually returns to the gnome's appearance. He notes from her injuries that she was probably involved in a physical confrontation or navigated through treacherous terrain. One of the waitresses brings him a tankard of mulled wine and offers it to him. "She might need a healer," the woman says softly before she backs away. (The gnome is stabilised so she won't die, but she is at 0HP and requires either a healer or rest to wake up). 

Faune confirms the absence of any immediate danger to the gnome's life, with her pulse remaining steady, despite currently being unconscious.

Meanwhile Havel discerns the lack of immediate danger in the vicinity. Except for the tracks left by the gnome, the surroundings remain undisturbed. Noting the tell-tale signs, Havel observes that the gnome seemed to have practically dragged herself to the inn. The absence of any other signs of struggle around the establishment suggests that whatever transpired with her unfolded beyond the town's perimeter.

"Is there a healer in the town? If so go get them quickly!" Rothgar calls out.

Havel snuffs out his torch and heads inside closing the door. "Poor lass dragged herself here as if she was chased by death itself. I found her tracks and they lead out of town. How is she Rothgar?" says Havel as he towers over the gnome with a look of concern. 

Nysbith looks at the Gnome, Then Looks at Havel, He places a Hand on his own chin and closes his eyes. 

``Hmm, Or she was just out for a evening Jog?`` 

He had no idea how people work sometimes.

Meifinas walks over Rothgar and the gnome. "I may not be a healer but I do know a couple healing spells. Maybe I could help?" 

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Meifinas walks over Rothgar and the gnome. "I may not be a healer but I do know a couple healing spells. Maybe I could help?" 

 Rothgar nods, "Aye, this little lass needs more than what I can do."

Meifinas gave him a small nod before gently placing his hand on the gnome. "You've done good." He says closing his eyes for a moment then in Gnomish he says, "We'll help save him, but let's get you healed up first."

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The warm glow of healing magic envelops the unconscious gnome, gradually reducing the effects of her injuries. As the healing energy courses through her, the gnome's eyelids flutter and slowly open. 

Her gaze darts around, bewildered, before fixing on Meifinas. A mix of confusion and terror flashes across her face as she gasps, clutching his hands tightly. Her eyes widen in horror as she struggles to form coherent words.

"Who... what... how?" she looks around, panicked, green eyes almost glazed with unbridled fear. "The darkness!" she gasps once more, her voice trembling. "Please... please, help me". Her fingers dig into Meifinas' hands, desperate for reassurance or an explanation.

"Easy lass, we have you," Rothgar tries to sound soothing and not scary to the gnome. "You are in good hands and surrounded by friends. Here, drink this, it will warm you up and calm your nerves." He hands her the mulled wine