Recovery (Wrenmae)

[Tawk]

10th Summer 511

Tawk slowly opened his eyes as the morning rays warmed his face. He wrapped his good hand around the wound that had healed well. Tawk grinned slightly and raised himself to a sitting position.

Voices clucked away right outside the beige tent. Tawk looked around to see his clothes neatly folded on a chest. He swung himself off the bed fold and wiggled his toes. He chuckled to himself, his body had been unused for quite some time. He walked slowly over to his clothes. He quickly dressed himself before giving the room a quick glance. I wonder where the sword is? He quickly shook his head before stepping over to the exit. He pushed the heavy, rug-like material out of the way to see a sprawling camp, filled with mercenaries, thieves, cutthroats and all manner of men. He squinted to try and find the man who had brought him there. Perhaps Ysabel had already been saved.

Perhaps.

[Wrenmae]

A hand reached out across the entrance of the tent, thin and lithe, pushing against Tawk's chest as if holding him back. "Too fast there, hero," Shroud said to him with a cocked grin, "The healer's said you'd still be weak on your feet." The murderer swung around in front of Tawk and looked him over. He was still a little shaky, no doubt still weak from whatever that nuit had done to him. Saving the girl was no longer Shroud's responsibility...he imagined she'd likely be sold by now. Not that Shroud was complaining. The coins sat heavy in his pouch, buoyed by fifty more of Tawk's share. He'd taken them as compensation for the trouble of dragging the man back to camp, getting Kalila to help treat him, and to watch over his weak body for the last few days. Whatever power the nuit had given to the man had not yet manifested, and the hypnotist was careful to measure the way the man moved, how he seemed. If he could summon up that sort of invisible force the nuit had...well, Shroud HAD been the one to corner them. The proximity was to stab the man if he looked like he was apt to casting spells. "Been out a bit, I took some of your gold as payment for watching over you...this is Sunberth so you'll be glad I left you with any at all." Frowning, Shroud indicated the men and women walking around beyond them. "The Crimson Edge, welcome to your internment. We won't put you in chains, but we expect you to fight. The nuit said he left you with something, and I'm not sure what that was...but hopefully it's something to help us out." Shroud stared out toward the city, knowing where Tawk's mind was going. "She's gone," he said, tapping the hilt of his dagger, "Don't be a fool and go looking for her."