Objective I, Phase IV: Regain Bearings

Agent Eleven prepares his fighting stance and powers up his knife.

"I'll end you qui-"

"Wait! Wait!", the woman yelled, waving one empty hand with the other hand holding a gemstone.

The agent hesitates.

"We are Elfavi, but I assure you, we are not an enemy of humanity!", the woman screams hurriedly. "We, the humans, and the dwarga had an alliance for hundreds of years! King Medes is married to the Elf King's firstborn daughter, Priminea!"

The agent stops his advance, confused, "Medes? Priminea? What country am I in?"

The agent takes off a rubber glove and presses a button on his watch that displays a map in augmented reality compatible with his spectacles. 

The elfavi woman, confused at his lack of knowledge, responds, "Torgash Ukuno."

The agent stops looking at the map and looks at the elf woman, "Well, I know that's not on the map."

The woman shakes her head, "I assure you it is. I have a map somewhere here amo-"

The woman winces in pain. 

Agent Eleven grabs his black can and takes a few steps toward the woman, motioning for her to come closer, "I'll help you out."

The woman hesitates but reluctantly meets the agent where he is and lowers the layered cloth dress and robe below her shoulder to reveal her wounds.

The agent couldn't help but notice she had been cleaved well… she was also significantly wounded by the bear. 

Agent Eleven regained his focus and sprayed the can onto the woman's wounds. 

She felt a tingling sensation covering the lacerated areas and was unsure what to make of it. 

She then began to feel a much more intense burning sensation. And looked to her companions.

The younger of the two was squirming in pain while unconscious. The older, stoic man looked fine so she assumed it didn't get too bad. That is, until she saw a single tear going down the side of his face. 

That was when she realized what she had gotten herself into and panic began to set in.

She looked to the foreign man, "Is the intense tingling normal?"

"Tingling?" The agent asks, placing his can back into his briefcase and turning it invisible, "Oh… Right. Your wounds are being cauterized right now."

"Cauta-huh?" The woman cocks her head to the side.

"(Right, these people aren't too advanced.)", The agent thinks to himself.

"Closed with heat."

The woman trying to keep her composure says, "Oh? Is that right? I was worried it was acid."

The agent smiles and then looks to the unconscious men, "(I remember my first time being cauterized.)"

"But I must ask, what should I do if it starts to intensify?" The worried woman asks, fanning her shoulder and growing increasingly uncomfortable. 

"Ahh… that just means it's getting to the most affected areas." The agent looked over the men's wounds and tried to clean around them the best he could. 

The elf woman began to squirm until the pain grew so unbearable, she began waving her mauled arm around and screaming, "OOUUUU! MAKE IT STOP! DISPEL THIS DEMON MAGIC!"

"Not magic. It's first aid." The agent replied, tending to his patients.

"I WOULD RATHER A TRAINED CLERIC AID ME FIRST!" the woman shouted in reply.

"What are they gonna do? Pray the wounds away?" The agent replied snarkily.

"ACTUALLY, THEY WOULD CAST A SPELL! AND IT FEELS LIKE A WARM, SOOTHING EMBRACE! NOTHING LIKE THIS FOUL… DEMONIC - oh…" the woman felt the pain lessen dramatically. 

The agent half-surprised by her response replies, "Are you done yelling over there? It would be helpful if you could go get help for your friends."

The woman sighed, "I'm sorry, but I hurt my foot getting down here. I won't make it to the village like this."

The agent taking off his rubber gloves sighs and asks her, "Which foot?"

The elf woman points to her left ankle. 

The agent, with a glance, thinks, "(The swelling looks bad. A torn ligament might be the best case scenario.)"

The agent puts the gloves into a ziplock bag and places them in the briefcase. 

He made his way to the elf woman and lightly touched her foot. 

"(Unnatural resting position. Not good.)"

She winced in pain, showing him the severity. 

"It's broken and needs to be reset or it won't heal properly. You may need a walking stick or cane if you don't get proper attention."

The agent looked at the woman's worried face, "I can do it for you, but it'll hurt so bad you'll fight me. I'll have to restrain you and reset your ankle simultaneously."

The woman replies, "Please! Do what you must! I couldn't survive with my foot like this!"

"Alright. I'll get you prepped for procedure." Agent Eleven says, retrieving a small case from his tool belt. 

The woman, confused, only watches as the agent pops open the small case to reveal a translucent blue block. The agent rubs his finger across the block and a thin strip of the substance, moving like paper can be seen attached to the man's finger. 

He moves closer to the woman, "Please, say ahh for as long as you can while pushing out your tongue."

The woman complies, "Ahhhhh-"

The agent pokes the bottom of the woman's tongue with the substance, "(Sublingual applied)".

"What was that? And it tastes bitter!" The woman gasps, "Medicine?"

"You know what? Prior to what I thought before, you're pretty smart." The agent says, genuinely surprised.

"Aww, why than- wait… What did you think of me befoww? And wass wong with my tongue?" The woman replied, confused and irritated.

"The medicine is taking effect. You said something about a map earlier, didn't you?" The agent inquired.

The woman perks up at the realization and shuffles her possessions around until she triumphantly pulls a crumpled piece of parchment from the pile.

"Here it is!" she exclaimed.

Agent Eleven waited for the woman to unfurl the crumpled map and was stunned, "That's not possible! How does your map not include the Empire?! The Elshin Coast isn't here. Even if we were at the North Pole, there should be an island surrounded by other landmasses… The world looks nothing like this!"

The woman responded confusedly, "Hmm… Perhaps this isn't your world. Your garments do stand out, after all. Even amongst the most fashionable nobles, you would be a source of intruige or envy."

The agent ponders his predicament, "(Another world… that can't be possible. If that's the case, my objectives will need to be rearranged. My mission may need to be aborted altogether.)"