[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] By the wagon
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] No one in specific.[/center]

 The journey was not the best that could have been. Sana's condition was so unstable and questioning that the witch couldn't help but wonder at what exactly it was that was going with the Bard. She had never seen someone's body react quite like that to healing. The backfiring of healing spells wasn't an impossible or unusual concept, but the way it happened with Sana was just strange. The witch didn't even dare attempt a healing hex. She just focused on preparing the salves and herbs for the bard, medicine that Kyra could apply.

 After they got some information from the bard about what she knew/felt/learned, Satilla wasn't sure which of those it was, the situation  turned even worse and more confusing for the witch. The events that Sana described were rather terrifying and if it came to pass, Satilla felt that unless she starts running now, she'd be dead. Strangely she wasn't feeling like running though, she felt obligation to stay and help those in need and the group she was with in specific.

[color=bc8dbf] “Ahhh... ouch...”[/color]The witch mumbled, stretching her arms, and neck. Her whole body hurt from the travel. She hoped that there will be a warm bed tonight for her... or at least a warm bath if bed wasn't possible.

 [color=bc8dbf]“!!!”[/color] She suddenly cringed in pain as she was moving not too far behind Keystone who was as loud as usual. Her ears hurt like oblivion right now, she needed rest. She barely noticed a dwarf showing up and asking some questions.

 [color=bc8dbf]“Undead problems...” [/color]She groaned a short reply to the dwarf, holding her head with pained expression.