Katrina took a sip from her glass of water, watching the event unfold. The blade was very talented with the sword. Much more than she was, that was for sure. She made a mental note to never get on his bad side.

She drained her glass and stood up. She returned the glass to the counter and asked for a sweetroll, some mutton, and tea. She returned to her seat and quickly started eating. She hadn't realized how hungry she really was. The food in the prison was terrible, if they were lucky enough to be fed that day. She winced, suddenly. She sighed and realized that she had neglected her wound. She returned the sweetroll to the plate and pulled back the short sleeve of her tunic. She carefully undid the bandages around the wound and examined it. The wound was covered in dust and was struggling to scab over. If she didn't heal it soon, it might get worse. She tossed the makeshift bandage aside and hovered her hand over the wound. A blue glow emitted from her hand as she used her healing magic.

Finally, the wound was sealed. The blue died out and she stared at the smooth patch of skin, pleased. She finished her food and sipped her warm tea. She glanced at the Blade across the room. She wanted to talk to him, but she felt a little worried to try that right now. She decided to let that wait. After all, he'd probably tell them all his plans in the morning anyway.