Moments ago before luci's entrance between Brian with push and pull:
Inside the bustling treatment tent, the air was thick with the scent of herbs, blood, and the faint aroma of burning wood from the battlefield outside. Injured knights, beastfolk, and warriors from various races lay sprawled on makeshift beds, their wounds raw and glistening. Groans of pain echoed, mingling with the frantic orders of overworked healers. Some patients clutched deep slashes across their torsos, while others struggled to sit upright, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles. A few bore injuries so grievous it seemed a miracle they still breathed.