As he walked toward the darkness he stumbled across the floor. Damn that Danekis for moving my bed! He climbed to his feet and felt his way along the wall and lit the lamp on the table beside the entrance.
The room was empty. Completely and utterly desolate of any sort of life or time. Everything untouched, even by him. Hmm was it really this long ago that I haven't used this room? I need to start using it more often. He shrugged off the worry of a secret inhabitant and turned his attention to his dog. She lay sleeping, on the spot where he laid her, soundly. He put his hand down to her wounds and opened a small, round, metal container the sat underneath the bedside table.
The contents inside were those that could be found in first aid. Bandages, a small bottle of alcohol, one of the only things that Xerc had never thought to consider drinking, needles, and many herbs. He reached for the bottle of alcohol first and dipped it onto a cloth upon the table he pressed the dampened cloth against her wounds, blood soaking it. She awoke a winced a bit at the stinging, but otherwise remained still as a stone, trusting the hands she was under.
When he was sure that they were clean he reached for bandages and cut each a required length. He wrapped her wounds and grabbed an herb within the contain. It had just been picked that afternoon and was still fresh even after being closed up in container. Plucking a few leaves off, he put them before Lethenia, she unwillingly eating the soothing, relaxation plant. Within minutes she fell into a deep sleep, Xerc then carried her carefuly and laid her at the foot of his bed. "Sleep well loyal friend," he muttered softly and left his room. Just as he headed out the door, he thought, By gods! I need a drink.
Downstairs he headed and pulled his hair back behind his pointed ears. His skin was still a bit moist from sweat but it was nothing offensive. As he neared the bar, he noticed the woman who had stolen his purse speaking with the bartender, flirting with him. He watched as she moved toward an unworldly drunk with a large mug of beer in her hand as it sloshed to and fro against the glass. The damned woman! I'll have my payment soon enough! His faced grew determined as he approached her cautiously. The tavern was still lively with people, drunks and seedy characters alike, but they didn't faze him even the slightest bit.
The closer he got the more he recognized her, recalling her minions of death. Xerc watched as he saw her slip a 10 silver from the man as she delivered his drink, smiling like a harlot. He moved quickly. As she headed back, he quickly grabbed her wrist and said quickly to her, "Stealing is illegal in this town you know."
