Anthony opened the door and looked up at the person.

Derick gazed at him too, prepared for anything

the man was covered in blood and he looked at Derick in a melencholy way, "Please...water." he said

Derick nodded politly and pulled Anthony back and into idk the kitchen?

"Please come in." he called after him. Anthony look up at derrick for a momment, then went and got a wash cloth and wet it down.

Derick sighed softly, and retrieved the newcomer a glass of water and gave it to him

Anthony came back with the cloth and cautiously started cleaning off the blood.

Derick watched with mild irritation, and protection

he looked over at them "thank you for your hospatatlity." he said kindly.

"It's no trouble, but please...if it's not too much trouble could you tell us what happened?" he questioned with worry.

"th-the battle of Garron Plains, i'll tell you this, the plains are no longer green." the man said.

"Tell us your name" Derick said ponering about the plains and their supply of men left

Anthony blinked in fear, and continued to help him.

"I am Niail Tsvair of the human resistance." he said

"What happened out there?" Derick questioned