[center][h1][color=00ff00]Abbot Andrew[/color][/h1][/center]

Andrew was grateful for Master Bork's strength to pull the arm straight, so that he could set it properly. The dwarf thought he wanted to heal it. He smiled and explained he needed was his strength to straighten it. Re-breaking bones hurt and better to set it well the first time. His healing magic had helped some, but nature could do a better job on somethings. He listened to the Dwarf talking about the herbs and his liked the garden idea. That was something he could do. He listened and nodded to what the master said about his ideas. It was clear that he annoyed the dwarf, and would do so again if the need arrived.

In the darkness, he realized he use the wrong word. Maybe he meant, kiln. No but one of those would be good. Ah, smelter. He would ask about one of those. Some times his dwarvish is a off. He wasn't going to bring up the idea of finding a shipwright and maybe putting dry docks on the other side of the river next spring. He did not know what they would need. Selling copper ingots would make them a better profit than the ore. They would need the money as his uncle had other needs for his resources. 
 
It was after midnight when the Andrew called down the stairs as not to wake the entire house, [color=00ff00]"Drom, Bring me a pair of pants and some more cold water."[/color] he paused, [color=00ff00]"A new shirt, towels and blanket too."[/color] The girl cried a little at his voice as her fever was spiking. He sushed her and kept rocked her, still humming and walking with her. The girl had done what children do when they are sleepy and sick. He wore her urine and vomit. Even her urine smelled sick to him. If it was an infection was bad and if she had eaten something poisonous, they were not past the worst of it. As strange as Drom seemed to him at times, she would help him take care of this, like everything else. 

He wished he had a rocking chair, proper beds and linens for the people. 
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[center][h1][color=00ff00]Scribe Drom[/color][/h1][/center]
Down stairs Drom came out of her room in a robe and night dress. Both is a soft blue color, with a sash for a belt. She wore fancy fur lined leather slippers. She held a candle that smelled of honey suckles. She opened two of the chests that were placed in the hall. They had been moved there earlier when people started to arrive in need. She pulled out cotton pants, two shirts, another apron, a blanket. A few towels and wash rags came out another chests and all was stacked be taken up stairs. She grabbed a pail and gave it to a guard to go fetch fresh water. 

The sleeping guard would have a very rough day tomorrow when captain got word of his situation. The Captain was lodged in the inn and was working out of the harbor master's office. 

She heard the dwarf drawing on the walls and still fiddling with papers and cursing. [color=aa00aa][i]He does not like elves,[/i][/color] she though to herself, [color=aa00aa][i]He does not know me yet.[/i][/color] She thought that he was probably as crazy as the Abbot. The both seemed to have the habit of talking first then thinking about it.

She leaned against the door frame watching the moonlight dance on the water as she waited for the guard to return. A cat ran across the plaza and she smiled.