I'm at the new site for Settlement Six. The original census for this Settlement was eighty-six. We only have about thirty-five people here now, and another ten who came in from surrounding villages. Major Rand, the officer in charge of this Settlement, is confirmed dead, as well as one of the company captains. Oh, Jason Crenshaw is here, one of the men we saved from Strangeweale's group.
So many wounds: terrible bites and burns and...and worse. Everyone is hurt somehow. About four are in desperate shape, and we don't know if we can save them. The muggle healers do such strange things: one man had a forearm torn off, and they simply tightened a belt around his elbow until the bleeding stopped! They called it a turn-i-quit and they managed to save him before a wizard healer with dittany could reach him to close the wound on the stump. Of the rest, half are seriously hurt, and the other half are banged up, but their wounds are minor, so they're hale enough to get up, start securing the boundaries and pulling together a meal. There is a lot of shock and tears but grim determination, too. Two men are transcribing messages coming in on the button network as fast as they can and handing them off to the surviving captains.
Please, those of you in the Order out in the field, on both sides...could you report in, and let us know you're all right?
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