[h2][center][color=Peru]Vaclav Domonkos [/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center][u]Inn in Askavi[/u][/center][/h3]

Vaclav turned to look at the old woman the husband spoke of assessing the situation. They were headed in that direction anyways and if the innkeeper was willing to slash the price of the room in half, he honestly didn’t have a problem with it. He could tell that the old Eyrien woman was a broken witch, stripped of her jewels, so he doubted she could pose any trouble. Once he got a good night’s rest, he could take her to where the husband desired.

Looking around at the rest of the tavern’s inhabitants, Vaclav agreed with the innkeeper’s assessment of rough company. It would only get rougher once word gets around about what happened in Dena Nehele. “I don’t mind at all,” he responded to the husband. “Whom do you want me to take her to?”

[h2][center][color=azure]Artemis Fleur[/color][/center][/h2]
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Artemis only furrowed her brows further at what the woman said. She wondered how long the old woman had been stripped of her jewels and been lost to the madness. Clearly her boys were not anywhere near her. If anything, people stayed away from the elder; the closet person to the woman besides herself was a few paces away. However, she had this feeling that despite the madness consuming the old woman, she was trying to convey something to her. If only she could make sense of the broken speech. 


She glanced over to where Vaclav stood, wondering what was taking him so long when it usually took him seconds to find a room. When Artemis saw the other healer, she gave her a small nod; evidently Artemis was too engrossed with the woman to even notice the owner of the inn. Seeing the other healer made her wonder if someone had dropped the old woman here knowing that someone would take care of her or if there were blood relations between the two women.