Groggy with a headache Eric woke with a cool clothe against his head. He looked over to see a wrinkled white haired tending a pot over the hearth’s fire. He sat up on a soft bed he found himself on spoke in his gruff voice, “Who are you and how do I find myself here?”
“My good man you were brought to me so I could patch you up. You’ve done our village a great service eliminating those foul orcs. As to for who I am my name is elder Gurwen. Let me check you some more to see if the noxious substance they subjected you to. I see no ill effects as yet but I would prefer to observe you a day or two longer.” The old woman spoke calmly as she came over to examine Eric.
Eric waved her off as he stood up shaking off the fog. “I am not interested in wasting time here. I have a mission to go on. If you could show me my gear I will be on my way.”
“I will not force you to stay but I would advise it. If you insist may I suggest you take my granddaughter she could be of some use. She knows healing magic and can take care of herself in a fight.” She spoke concerned about the barbarian’s safety. She pointed out the man's gear tucked away in the corner.
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