"I can take 'er to one of our medics," says the woman.
Tall Wymond glances to Anders, who nods subtly. "That all right with you, Tasha?"
"Medics? yes, yes. That's fine."
Celinel picks Tasha up. "Mam, Where are the medics?"
"What's to happen to me?" Blake asks.
Tall Wymond supports her on the other side.
"We have holding cells at the barracks," says the woman.
Tall Wymond scowls at her. "Since when was it the Hand's job to patrol the streets?"
The woman looks sternly back at him. "Since no one else was doin' it. Were you gonna tie 'im to the wall in Randel's stable?"
Tall Wymond looks about to make an angry retort, but Anders interjects softly. "She's right. It's the best place for now."
Tall Wymond nods with a sigh. They begin to head back towards the town square, the Hand soldier in the lead, with Celinel, Tasha, and Tall Wymond behind her and Anders in the back with Blake.
Celinel picks Tasha up. "Mam, Where are the medics?"
"What's to happen to me?" Blake asks.
Tall Wymond supports her on the other side.
"We have holding cells at the barracks," says the woman.
Tall Wymond scowls at her. "Since when was it the Hand's job to patrol the streets?"
The woman looks sternly back at him. "Since no one else was doin' it. Were you gonna tie 'im to the wall in Randel's stable?"
Tall Wymond looks about to make an angry retort, but Anders interjects softly. "She's right. It's the best place for now."
Tall Wymond nods with a sigh. They begin to head back towards the town square, the Hand soldier in the lead, with Celinel, Tasha, and Tall Wymond behind her and Anders in the back with Blake.
"We have holding cells at the barracks," says the woman.
Tall Wymond scowls at her. "Since when was it the Hand's job to patrol the streets?"
The woman looks sternly back at him. "Since no one else was doin' it. Were you gonna tie 'im to the wall in Randel's stable?"
Tall Wymond looks about to make an angry retort, but Anders interjects softly. "She's right. It's the best place for now."
Tall Wymond nods with a sigh. They begin to head back towards the town square, the Hand soldier in the lead, with Celinel, Tasha, and Tall Wymond behind her and Anders in the back with Blake.
*Tasha walks staggering at times.*
With Celinel and Tall Wymond's help, she manages to reach the barracks without collapse. At the barracks entrance, they are met by a thin elven man. "Planted! W . . . what's going on?"
"No time, Tremble." She points at Tasha. "This young woman needs Murmur." And then to Blake. "And he's under arrest."
Tremble quickly moves aside as Planted bursts into the building, Celinel, Tasha, and Wymond not far behind. Anders hands Blake off to Tremble. "He attacked her. Don't know why. This is the safest place." Tremble follows the group in, holding Blake.
With Celinel and Tall Wymond's help, she manages to reach the barracks without collapse. At the barracks entrance, they are met by a thin elven man. "Planted! W . . . what's going on?"
"No time, Tremble." She points at Tasha. "This young woman needs Murmur." And then to Blake. "And he's under arrest."
Tremble quickly moves aside as Planted bursts into the building, Celinel, Tasha, and Wymond not far behind. Anders hands Blake off to Tremble. "He attacked her. Don't know why. This is the safest place." Tremble follows the group in, holding Blake.
With Celinel and Tall Wymond's help, she manages to reach the barracks without collapse. At the barracks entrance, they are met by a thin elven man. "Planted! W . . . what's going on?"
"No time, Tremble." She points at Tasha. "This young woman needs Murmur." And then to Blake. "And he's under arrest."
Tremble quickly moves aside as Planted bursts into the building, Celinel, Tasha, and Wymond not far behind. Anders hands Blake off to Tremble. "He attacked her. Don't know why. This is the safest place." Tremble follows the group in, holding Blake.
Tremble is silent for a moment. "I'll have someone talk to you in the morning."
"You're to kind." Blake smiles.
"Are we there yet?" *Tasha asks looking at Tall Wymond and holding her wound.*
Planted leads them to a long room lined with beds, seven of which are currently occupied. Among the sleeping, Tasha recognizes Beaming and Mattock. Planted approaches one bed and shakes the occupant awake. "Murmur, we need your services."
The woman in the bed sits up groggily and fumbles around for a moment beneath the bed before extracting a lacquered box. "Bring 'er 'ere," she says, beckoning to Celinel and Tall Wymond.
