Anais was in mid-sentence when the building rumbled and let out a faint groan that put the healer immediately on alert; her head bobbed left, right and around as she twirled instinctively as though to locate the source. The building was a fortified position, explained as much that night months ago, and to have the building shudder was enough to know something had gone terribly wrong. She was about to suggest they both check in when the intercom blared to life, echoing into the empty spaces of the pristine hospital.
"Emergency Healers, please report to the Seventh floor. All available healers, please report to the Seventh floor."
Ogoti appeared with Malaise who moved past him and hurried along to prepare the rest of the room. There was a stern look upon his face and he simply nodded to the ritualist, "We'll prepare the area, just report to the seventh floor."
Nodding to his words, Anais took a deep breath and quickly grabbed her staff that rested against the wall. She moved over, gesturing for Rmwtyliin to follow as they reached a wall of cabinets and Anais pulled the doors open of one of them. Reaching at the bottom, she handed Rmwtyliin two emergency field kits, and one for herself. These field kits were created in response to emergencies and to address the multiple issues surrounding triage (the Fiend Attack was the primary catalysts to it) and field medicine response over all. All kits had the basics: enough to address a patient and move on while the healers handled the rest. Anais didn't need it, per se, but no harm being over prepared.
"Quickly," she kindly urged Rmwtyliin with emphasis as they rushed out of the hospital and to the seventh floor.
It was the second time the Guild Hall had rumbled in defiance while the earth quaked in protest. The second time that shook the foundations of their Hall and stirred the trees whilst the stream let out a soft shriek. Evacuation orders bounced and echoed throughout their stone walls, but for these seasoned NPCs, they were less inclined to listen to evacuation orders when help could be just as useful. Placed on immediate alert, they gathered their gear and rushed outside into the hallway. Dense smoke filled the passageway and into their nostrils and lungs, forcing Cherry to cough a string of mumbled curses. It was smoldering in here, even with the fire suppression system coming to life, as it calmly battered away at the flames not three doors down.
"Can't you do something? Blow a stream of air, maybe?" Cherry asked through a fitful cough.
"I could, but I'd risk causing another fire. Air feeds fire, remember?" Traxt said with a shake of his head, one hand covering his mouth. A second announcement for healers had cut Cherry off from responding.
Not waiting for useless deliberation, Alexia issued orders, doing her best not to choke upon the acrid smell of burning that invaded her lungs, "Clear this floor of anyone first then, then report to the defense team if they're not already there. I'm headed for the Seventh floor."