Fiontann

It was an early afternoon when Freyntar walked into the Prancing Pony to have some meal and ale, he ordered some meat and ale and to his surprise he found another Dwarf in the inn, who ordered the same after him. He didn't expect it and after his first surprise and some anger, the two greeted each other and sat to eat and exchange news, of the Blue Mountains one and of the World the other.

It was a rough walk back to her room in the barracks. It wasn’t from the protesting she saw at the jail in Bree, but more from running into another orphan lost and scared from losing their father and mother. After she made herself some tea, Lieta sat in the dark room. Only a candle was lit to give her some light after she covered her window.

It was safe to say that she was feeling nervous about walking up to the witch’s home. Lieta Woodfield usually could put up an act to get out of trouble if she needed to but to fool a rumored witch so she could, essentially spy on her, was a bit harder in her mind.

"Well, it is about time you come explain what in the world you've been doing, Phae."

"I've been busy, Tess," the huntress explained, sitting down next to the physician on her front porch.

"You don't say. You did not get to explain much, what with the food poisoning. Athlenah, was it? Yes, that was it... Athlenah did explain some of it, but now I'm curious about what you will tell me."

"You should have come sooner, silly. It's starting to fester. Any longer, and you'd have had bone fever. They cut through the bone a bit," the doctor said. Her black hair was tied back in a bun, her green eyes inspected the huntress's wound with care. "It'll be a pain to fix, just warning you. Literally."

"Sorry Tess. We 'ad t'go back to the barracks, and I had 'nother... Well, y'know," Phaewyn muttered. The doctor, Athessa, looked up in worry.

"How bad?" She asked.