[b]Gavinyarel: The Roxey Village, the Old Roxey Cemetery -- Midyear, 4E 201[/b]

 

Gavinyarel scowled in disgust at the burning remnants of the zombie.  Undead were a unique sort to him, the physical types mostly rotten and reeking badly enough to turn a sturdy stomach.  He then looked to the woman, who'd blacked out from her injuries.  [i]Damn it, don't die now...especially not from head-butting a tombstone.[/i] he thought as he rushed over to inspect her wounds.

Gavinyarel squatted down and examined her head wound, which was still gushing blood.  He quickly pulled a large cloth and bandage out of his backpack and pressed against the wound in an effort try and stop the bleeding.  It took a few minutes, but the blood at last began to clot, and Gavinyarel bound it up as best he could.  He could clean it back at the inn.

With a grunt, he managed to hoist her over his shoulder and began the walk back to the inn.  Luckily, his adrenaline didn't mind the extra weight, and he had her back at the inn quickly.

Gavinyarel shoved the door open with his free hand and went straight to the counter, ignoring the gawking patrons who stared in wonder at his injured cargo.  "I need you to free up a room.  Now." he said impatiently.

"Uh, yes, all right.  Come with me." the old innkeeper said, leading the way up the stairs.  He unlocked his only other available room, and Gavinyarel entered and set her on the bed.

"Get me a rag." Gavinyarel told the innkeeper before sending him off.  He removed the bandage from the woman's head and took a small flask of ale from his belt.  He dabbed his only other clean cloth with the ale and then pressed it against the wound to disinfect it as much as possible.  After wiping the excess away, he wove a healing aura in his hand and pressed it against the wound.  The parted skin slowly drew back together.  The innkeeper returned with the rag, and after he finished with his healing spell, Gavinyarel bound it to where the wound was just to be safe.  He'd had wounds reopen on him before, not something he considered fun at all.

Content he'd done all he could for the woman, Gavinyarel packed up his supplies and returned to his own room.  After running his rags down to the innkeeper for cleaning and paying a night's stay for the woman, he crawled into his bed and tried to fall asleep.  An hour ticked by without so much as a doze, but he was at last able to drift into an uneasy sleep.