"Is everyone alright? Is anyone seriously injured?" Jasmine asked loudly, her voice echoing through the great hall.
Jasmine had people carry the guard who had been most severely bitten by the wolf onto the large wooden table that was usually used for everyone's meals.
Currently, the hall was very cramped and chaotic.
Aside from the slaves, there were handcarts and the horse carriage parked in disarray.
Only this table was wide and high enough to lay the injured person down for examination.
The guard's calf had a large chunk of flesh torn away by the wild wolf, and the wound was so deep that the bone was exposed.
Fresh blood had been dripping continuously from outside the perimeter wall all the way to the table, and it had even spread into a large, dark red pool of blood on the surface of the wooden table.
The pungent smell rose up, causing the few guards helping to hold his limbs to turn pale with fear.
