
3rd of Ymiden, Arc 718
Halfway between Bastard's Grove and Yaralon, Alora hobbled along, nursing the crudely stitched bear bite she'd received a few days prior.She needed healing, the wound was painful enough on its own, but now an electric pain radiated from the source of the wound down her arm and elbow. She figured there might be some damage those backwoods rangers weren't able to patch. In any event, she doubted she'd find a healer out here, on Fool's run. She'd asked among the caravan she was trailing behind if there were any who could patch her up beyond what she already had.
No takers.
She hoped beyond hope that there might be someone on the way who knew how to properly stitch and disinfect a wound. If not, she might lose an arm.
"Better get that bite looked at missie!" One of the dullards she was traveling with observed. She spat in his general direction.
Another chimed in, whistling, "Boy, that beast done a number on you!" He chuckled, walking off toward where the beasts of burden carried the baggage of everyone.
Alora rolled her left shoulder a bit, and winced in renewed pain. She checked her bow to see if it was still strapped to her back. The Naer was beginning the feel the effects of the bite. A fever was rising. Or perhaps she was getting paranoid.
Either way, if she didn't find a healer soon among this uncouth throng, she'd take a torch and burn the wound. Nerve endings be damned.