Deep inside Wild knew that the chances of finding survivors in her childhood home was rather small. In her nightmares she could still see the burning village huts, the cattle that were brutally slaughtered, and the screams of women being raped in front of their husbands and children.
She could hear the screams from the mothers as the enemy brutally murdered every child they saw. Only Wild had been able to escape this fate, thanks to her mother who had seen this scene in a vision before it happened and managed to send her child away. She had tried to warn the others in the village too, but for some reason Wild was the only child who was sent away.
She still remembered how her big brother Mist had escaped with her, and how he had hidden her in the underbrush and told her to wait when they ran into a band of orcs. She had been as quiet as she could, keeping her eyes closed as she waited. She could hear the sound of metal clashing against metal as he clashed his weapons against the weapons of the enemy. The battle had lasted for what Wild felt was forever. Then everything was quiet. When Wild finally dared to crawl out from under the underbrush she found her brother laying in a pool of his own blood, and he didn't answer when she tried to tug on his hand.
She remembered how she had ran towards the village, to get help from her mother and father, only to find their dead bodies in the burnt ashes of what had once been her childhood home. A bit away from their corpses she had also found the dead body of her baby brother. He had been cut in two halves by the enemy, who had amused themselves by playing ball with him before he died from the blood loss. Wild came too late to do anything for her family, but she had grabbed an old tome with magic writing from the secret hiding place, knowing it was sacred for her people. She stuffed the book in her belongings, and then she started running, as far away as she possibly could.
It was on this journey she met with the people who had taken her in and offered her bread and a place to sleep for the night. At first she thought they were nice, and she fell asleep after eating the bread they offered. When she woke up she was in the orphanage in Zantaric - locked in a room with several other orphans. The elderly couple had sold her for money. Wild had cried then. That was the last time she cried. Later she had forgotten how to cry, when she realized that her tears would not move the cruel man who called himself Master. But she never forgot to show compassion to those who could not defend themselves from Master like she could.
This compassion had also made her help the other orphans of the orphanage to escape when she made her own escape. She did not know if the others had manage to get away - she knew how sly and cunning Master's assistant Igor could be. Perhaps it was an idea to check back on the orphanage later, in case there were new prisoners there...
Her thoughts returned to the present when Rilam spoke of the tattered scarf around his neck. She was touched by how he still kept onto it, realizing how deep his love to his wife had been and how lost he felt without her. After all, she had felt the same loss when she on one day had lost her father, her mother and two brothers.
"I am sorry for your loss," she said quietly. "The beauty of the scarf shows me that your wife had a beautiful soul. I bet you miss her just as much as I miss my family... When I miss them too much and the loss is too painful, I use to comfort myself with the thought that our loved ones still are with us after their deaths. It's just that they are spirits so we can't see them anymore...My people, the Dark Elves, have a close relationship to their family spirits..."
Wild smiled when Rilam spoke of tasting the Mirion plum brandy one day. "If I can get hold of enough plums to make a bottle I could try," she said. "I would also need a few other ingredients, but I am sure we can get them from any village shop. Oh, and I would also need some kind of distillery to make it... Perhaps we can find one somewhere. At least I won't put salt in your drinks...."
Wild sank further down in the bathtub when the grown man entered the bathroom, looking like she tried to drown herself in the bathtub water. Even if she knew this was a public bathroom and every guest of the hotel had the right to use it, she was still not used to see naked men. Thus she was perhaps even more embarrassed by his naked form than he was by hers. She was grateful that he stepped on to the farthest side, laving the most room between them.
"It's a public bathroom," she replied, her voice sounding a bit gurgling from how far down in the water she was at the moment. His comment about his unwashed smell appealing to her caused her to blush, and she tried to hide her blushing face in the suds of soap in the water. "You are free to have as many baths as you please..."
She tried to look away as best she could when he removed his clothes, even though she did noticed the holes in his socks. She wasn't exactly a seamstress type, but she had been able to patch up her own rags before they fell from her body. Hearing his sigh as he tucked his socks into his boots, she guessed what he was thinking.
"If I get hold hold of a ball of yarn and a solid needle, I could try patching them up for you..." she said as she kept her face turned away.
She made sure to look away when he pulled his shirt over his face, trying to hide the eventual embarrassment she felt behind her dark locks of hair. She heard him asking if it would make her uncomfortable to see him like this. "Not the least," she replied, trying to sound as normal as she could. "Like I said, it's a public bath. Private bathrooms cost extra, and I thought we could spend those money on a meal after the bath instead. If you are hungry of course..."
Even if she tried not to stare at him, she couldn't help for catching a glimpse of his torso when she turned away after responding to his question. His torso was trim and well muscled and his shoulders were strong. Sure she also noticed the affects of poor hygiene and the rough surface, but she wondered what would happen if that surface one day was polished away. She did not expect that a man like him would fall in love with a mere slip of a girl like herself, but if he one day did find a woman to fall in love with, that woman would be very lucky.