Her presence caused a certain feeling of discomfort or weariness, making Edward fumble for words. She was used to this kind of reaction. Superstitious villagers spreading fanciful tales about them. Stories told to jealous wives by poxy-faced men, of black hearted witches who ravaged them in the dark of night. Those stories were fancies, hiding a deeper truth. These stories survived for generations and it caused the reputation they had to this day. They served a double purpose, a shared benefit. Their skills as healers always ensured they had a running business, though they were feared and rarely received gratitude for their services. Their reputation was a more powerful protection than any weapon or amulet and she knew this well. For this reason almost none of the Godswives made any attempt to rectify the myths created about them. Growing up she was taught to use their reputation to her advantage and work around it if she had to. Not all people were easily convinced of her good will. 

She was amused by his flustered demeanor and did nothing to ease his discomfort. Instead she merely watched in silence as Edward spoke to the innkeeper who much to his dismay dismissed him after a few kind words of encouragement. Some of the fellowship were down to their last drink, retreating to their rooms shortly after. Celine hadn't traveled very far herself but recognized the need of a good nights rest. Edward had not answered her question. Though she knew he would need it, if not now perhaps later. 

"I see" She started. The young woman took the cup from his hands since he wasn't going to drink from it and he'd spilled some on the floor, the ale having splattered on the bottom of her dress. "Let's just put this back over here" She placed the half full mug on the table of the fellowship and turned back to the young farmer. The Galvanazing Spirits lived up to its reputation as his face was flushed. It could be from drink or it could be because of her. She couldn't tell but she didn't really care. "If you find your nights have become restless............, haunted" She emphasized the word haunted with a slightly disturbing tone. "Come and see me" She continued calmly. The young woman retrieved her cloak from the chair, giving a nod to all of the fellowship still seated. "Though......" " I cannot promise the price will be the same as it is now" She added as a last means of convincing him. It was simple really, a trade of sorts. He would tell her all he knew about the orcs and his encounter with them, in turn she would rid him of the mark. 

Following Wolmak Celine walked up the steps of the worn stairway, it creaked as she moved. The door had been left open and the warm glow of a burning fire spread across the hallway. The dwarf Wolmak must have been either a fool or rich, having rented a room as large as this. Being a dwarf she was sure it was the latter. The room was one of the better ones the inn had to offer. The fireplace if anything was proof of that. 

She wasn't the first one to join him and she recognized one of the elves. The heels on her boots clacked on the wooden floors as she walked inside. The dwarf had his back turned to her but she made no attempt to draw his attention. There were multiple beds placed in a somewhat sloppy circle, one of them standing underneath a window. [i]That will do just fine.[/i] She thought. 

The Godswife eased down onto the pleasantly soft bed. The window allowed the light of the Moon and her stars to seep through. The pack she'd taken with her didn't have much aside from basic traveling gear. Most if not all of her ointments, herbs and incense were still at her croft. It was too much to take with her. Besides she knew when and where to harvest her healing herbs almost as well as a farmer would his crops. She looked at the moon while changing into her nightgown. Celine wasn't much concerned with her modesty. The moon was also a woman after all. She narrowed her eyes at the lady of the night, annoyed for some reason, or more accurately, angry. [i]Each month I pray, I offer what I have to you and yours. Never have I asked for anything myself other than to better the lives of these ungrateful townsfolk. Now when I asked, I begged you to send me a sign if he's alive, you refuse! [/i] In her anger she had gripped the sheets bawling them into her fists. She took a quiet breath willing the anger to fade. It was replaced by a sadness that ate at her. But for some reason she allowed it, she had to. Otherwise she would lose her mind and never find him. 

[i]I won't forget you Drustan.........[/i]