There was ruckus around him. Too many people involved, too many mouths talking. Hissra heard them, listened to the words spewed forth, kept his own council. He healed the elves and the humans, taking his time to tend each wound so that none would bleed out on their journey towards what he assumed would be the nearest prison. This sort of thing would not be tolerated in Par Vollen. In fact, Qunari would never behave in such a manner, aside only from during a very specific type of celebration. And those who got out of hand knew they would face death doing so. He wondered if these humans and elves would have gotten so out of hand if they knew that would be the punishment by their law. It was possible still.
One of the humans, a fat one, accusing the one vocal elf was injured and Hissra moved towards him, his intention to heal. This one was talking loudly, denying his involvement in the affair, claiming that the elves had unjustly attacked. Hissra did not know. He wasn't a seer of truth, nor a judge. Such matters were not for him to decide. He was speaking now, the poor shaped human, to a woman, something about a letter sent ahead. His gaze flickering between her and the young elf, the one he had injured badly enough that Hissra was wary to believe any of his claims. The human and the elf might be fearful of his approach, he was much larger than they, an unknown. He held out his hands. "Continue with your debate. Hissra will heal you both."
He tended to the elves first, the old pitiful one they called Horad. Hissra did not think the man should be in combat, much less that he would be any use as a servant or slave. Once the man looked slightly better, he could probably do with some water, he turned to the younger one, the imploring face, as if trying to communicate his innocence. He had been beaten more than cut, bruises on his arms from where he had been smashed with a blunt weapon. Hissra kept his distance from the elf, knowing them to be skittish and abused creatures in these lands. He allowed the blue energy to flow from his hands like a wisp, circling the elf's body. Healing magic was a deep soothing warmth that chased away the pain.
Hissra could feel his mana waning, and looked around, glad to see that most had been tended to. What remained were the fat human male and the woman he was now addressing. Her head was gashed, bleeding along the hairline, so Hissra turned to her first. She was whimpering, curling in on herself and trembling. Hissra paused, uncertain if she was afraid of him or something more, when she spoke. She was taking the blame. She had arranged to sell these elves. She did it for monetary gain. Hissra could not understand this. In Par Vollen, the needs of all were met. No one lived a poor life where they could not have their next meal. But still, he also did not know these elves. The Karashok had agreed he was to heal all present, so he moved towards her again, crouching beside her.
"Not only has she admitted to what is against the law in your country," he spoke softly, addressing the group as he healed her. "But these others are still responsible for the dead here. Is this not also a crime? Perhaps they should all be escorted to the authorities."