[Hider=Tone change on Andrew]Okay, going to bring out Andrew’s other side.. [/hider]

As dusk settled in, There was a change that Andrew did not expect. A woman with the night coughs, a young girl with a very high fever, and a farmer that had been kicked by one of the cows when he tried to separate the calf. 

They had been placed in one of the upper rooms, it was larger and allowed them to be made comfortable. Andrew’s cot was now upstairs and occupied by the man. The woman rested on a pile of the abbots clothes and vestments. The young girl was being held in his arms and he rocked her humming. Andrew was dressed in a plain cotton pants, well work and a healer’s smock. He had blood and vomit on the bottom and he was bare foot. The only weapon he carried was the knife on his arm. He used it to cut bandages. A chest was open and drawers were pulled out showing herbs and ointments. Each labeled by name. 

In the morning, he would ask Master Bork to help him set the man’s arm. He would have the guards hold him down. Andrew knew he wasn’t strong enough to pull and straighten it. He did not like admitting that he needed help of others. The man’s ribs were mended so he was breathing better.  He had stopped the bleeding that occurred when the woman coughed, she had been close to death. If a few days, she would be well enough to return home. Andrew ordered that the windows in her house opened and her bedding washed. Andrew had sent the girls parents home to get some sleep. He healed the sweating wreck of a girl, wrapped in a blanket. Her hair clumped from her sweating and Andrew and she had the evidence of the girl’s vomit. 

Andrew as he sat there, realized that he was a fool. He said out loud, “Why do I have to do things the hard way too?” As he said that Scribe Drom came to check on him a lantern low, she smiled at him as if that was the first right thing he had done. “Would you ask Master Drom if he could spare me a few moments? I could use his help and that of one of the guards.” He would apologize and suggest, ask, if they shouldn’t work on some irrigation projects for the farm, a blast furnace and smelter for the mine, and a common building to put their offices and a place to heal. He would send a runner to get cut stones from the Mine for the wall and for the foundations. 

If the boy showed up, he would ask him what he though Pigeon Spit needed. Thieves do see the real hurts of an area.  He might even ask the boy to help his refresh his skills. 

Heck, he might ask the Captain to teach him how to ride a horse.

He closed his eyes and continued to hum.