Good - he hopes they all burn - 

Liland slinks around the chaos, freeing the livestock - including Bela - and doing his best to further fan the infighting, and he's not strong but he's clever and incredibly quiet for his size, and he's fueled by more than enough anger - 

It seems to go on forever, but before he knows it the remaining monsters are retreating back into the woods, leaving the corpses of their comrades scattered around.

There's a low moan from inside the house, if he listens carefully.

He's heading inside the house, moans or not - he hasn't seen his father -

Tam is on the floor, fingers a few inches from his sword, in a pool of slowly spreading blood.

No!

Liland kneels by his father - strips off his own shirt, tries to find and stem the bleeding - 

Luckily, he knows more about wounds than fighting - living where they do means they deal with farm accidents and livestock injuries by themselves or not at all - his brain is scattering - 

A long gash down his side and across the stomach.

That's - really bad.

You need to keep intestinal injuries moist - there's some water that looks unspoiled from what dad drew up for their baths - Liland binds the wound as best he can. And he's going to need to get dad back to the village - they need more treatment - he'll need a litter, Bela if he can find her - if she's alive - 

He goes to look for the horse, and to get together something to carry his dad on. 

Bela's findable (still unharmed) and he can lash up a travois easily enough.

Then back towards the village - keeping an eye and ear out for more of the monsters.

The walk back is quiet, except for his father's feverish ramblings that start up partway through. He seems to have gone back to his time as a soldier, addressing his remarks to Kari, talking about finding the baby, cold in the snow. Yes lass, Liland's a good name. A fine name.

...There's been a lot of rumors that Liland isn't Tam's son. That his mother must have been a whore.

Being possibly fully adopted feels - less fraught, and Liland's always known his dad is a good man. 

He talks to his dad as they walk, voice soothing, his heart aching and desperate - tells him that Liland's grown up just fine, that they're the best parents he could ever ask for...

The village is so very, very far.

The village also, apparently, was set on fire at some point during the night. Or at least, there a wisps of smoke still rising as Liland clears the treeline.

...He hopes there's anyone still alive, then. 

Liland trudges on, more cautiously in case of monsters still in the village.

"Liland?" Mat intercepts him as he reaches the edge of the village. "You're alive, what happened-"

" - Monsters attacked, dad's hurt."

"Same thing happened here, yeah. The Wisdom's at the inn, we should get your dad there."

No time to waste.

No, there isn't.

The Wisdom takes one look at Tam, presses the back of her hand to his forehead, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Liland. There's nothing I can do for him."

" - There has to be - and if you can't, who can?"

(His dad needs to get better, needs to survive, there's nothing Liland wants more right now.)

"Perhaps I might be of assistance," says a voice from behind him. (The Wisdom scowls.)

"Please."

He turns. 

"Then give her room, sheepherder," says a hard-faced man wearing a cloak of shifting color that seems to blend seamlessly into the background.

He gets the travois unhooked from Bela and clicks his tongue so she'll walk forward a bit. 

Then: "I can carry him inside if you need."

"A moment," she says, kneeling down next to Tam, hands splayed out over his chest.

"His wound is poisoned. Take him upstairs, I will do what I can."