Derra was lost. Not physically, she knew where she was in the town. She was lost mentally. The healers had welcomed her at first, but once the steady flow of injured had stopped it seemed they had no use for- or interest in- a dwarf marked by pox. The man who had released her was kind, but firm in his suggestion that she find a place more welcoming to her.

[i]'At least I learned a few things while I was there.'[/i] she thought to herself as she shifted her weight on the bench. She had seated herself on this bench outside the Guild to decide where she would take herself. There were a few people perusing the board looking for work, a few had taken their papers and trotted off, presumably to find compatriots to do the work with them. [i]'All this bustle... what I would give to be home around the smell of the forges and the mountain air.'[/i]

She hadn't been this homesick on her journey here. She was tasked with staying among the humans for two years to meet and learn from the healers. Now that the healer they had sent her to didn't want her she knew she had to find another place for herself. Returning so soon was not an option, and besides if there was war Derra would find a place she was needed. Healers, even pockmarked healers, were always needed.

She stood from her place and made her way towards the Inn, wanting to gather her things and get her little mountain pony from the stable. [i]'I'll find that woman who took the guild posting. Maybe she and her people will need a healer.'[/i]

For the first time she realized she had many more options than she had originally thought when the healer had told her to leave.