Halt had never felt to comfortable in festivals. All the noise and crowds, but he would have traded all that for what was happening right now. The marry crowd had been silenced as a small rugged bone weary Ranger horse drug it's hooves towards him. The Ranger on top slumped over in the saddle, cradling a bloodied arm agenced him self.

"Halt?" Baron Arald frowned. Halt was already running up next to the fallen Ranger.

"Easy now, Your alright." Halt whispered as the boy started squirming when he took him from the saddle. Halt knew he was most certainly not all right but he also knew that if this ranger mover around any more than necessary he'd lose more blood that he already had.

"Ga'na fin' 'alt…" The Ranger's eyes flickered weakly, not really seeing any thing.

"Consider him found." Halt laid him flat. "Get a healer." He ordered into the crowed that had gathered. A dagger's criss crossing signature was across the boy's chest. When ever he coughed droplets of blood came out from pale lips. "What's you name?"

"….Lucian…." The boy moaned. "Haf'a fin'm'em"

"Clam down." Baron Arald was keeling on the other side, "Good Lord! His arm!"

The arm was broken and had long black quills jammed in deeply. This was no fight, Lucian had been tortured.

"My house is closer." Halt muttered.

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"His horse is alright. I got her settled down out back." Will sat down across from Halt. "Have you ever seen him before?"

"Not that I remember." Halt frowned. "And what's more Lucian had both a bronze and a silver oak leaf. And this." Halt dropped the two oak leafs on the table and a pendent. It was gold and had a flaming bird in flight engraved on it. "That's something a Fire Dancer would have."

Will frowned. "Are you saying Lucian's not a Ranger?"

"I'm saying it's a possibility. It's also likely he is one, after all he's built like one and the horse did carry him." Halt glanced at Lucian's still form on Will's old bed.

"What ever Aden gave him is going to keep him sound asleep for a few howers." Will stood. Aden had been in the small house a mere thirty minutes ago tending Lucian, leavening after he'd finally convinced Lucian to swallow the herbal tea he'd made.

"Keep an eye on him Will." Halt stood and headed for the door.

"Wait where are you going?" Will fallowed him.

"Out." Was the only words Will heard before the door closed.