Be cautious with your wishes

The old and wise would say

The man stole in the shadows, minutes before the dawn. He moved carefully and aware of every step that he took in the forest. His purpose was fixed on his target. One that he was following for some days now. He stopped behind two trees that were close enough to each other to cover him and looked ahead. He took all the necessary precautions to remain hidden from his trained enemy.

The day was temperate, but the wind blew hard, and it looked like it was going to rain, much like it had in the past few days. Isulril did not like the idea of a downpour, so she worked quickly at her tasks, trimming various branches and stems from the plants in the garden of the hospital. She had been working here nearly a month now, but what a tumultuous month it was indeed.

Hey Fruit Boy,

Down the hall I hear familiar thuds,
The boom of a grand laugh,
Amused by his own attempt at song,

He calls me by whichever witty name he wishes,
I care not,
For his loyalty is eternal,

Working full time at Egfor's inn, The Huntsman And the Stag, Eira finds that she enjoys the work. So far, the days have been slow. She would mostly clean and take care of the animals outside; though she also cooked for the few travelers whom entered. In one of the rooms, an injured man was kept and treated by visiting doctors. She supplied the gentle foods needed for him and looked after the doctors when Egfor and Demlemoth were not.

Music for this scene: Remember