"Make way! Coming through! Fetch a healer, quick!" 

A pair of fighters in the uniform of the Kenabres city guard carry a stretcher with a wounded woman laid on it, led through the crowd by a halfling calling for help. 

Onlookers kibbutz with varying degrees of helpfulness as the stretcher is laid down. Prelate Hulrun strides up quickly, demanding to know what's going on. 

"You--hold fast, we'll see you right!" the Prelate says, kneeling to heal the woman. 

She is, just barely, conscious enough to have heard the word "healing," and experience a woozy alarm, but apparently the--cleric?--recognizes her species, because he casts an Inflict spell, not a Cure. 

It doesn't do much good, but at least it doesn't do any more damage, either. 

"Make way! Coming through! Fetch a healer, quick!" 

A pair of fighters in the uniform of the Kenabres city guard carry a stretcher with a wounded woman laid on it, led through the crowd by a halfling calling for help. 

Onlookers kibitz with varying degrees of helpfulness as the stretcher is laid down. Prelate Hulrun strides up quickly, demanding to know what's going on. 

"You--hold fast, we'll see you right!" the Prelate says, kneeling to heal the woman. 

She is, just barely, conscious enough to have heard the word "healing," and experience a woozy alarm, but apparently the--cleric?--recognizes her species, because he casts an Inflict spell, not a Cure. 

It doesn't do much good, but at least it doesn't do any more damage, either.