Emmaline took a bottle of grain liquor and poured some of it into the bowl of water Beren had brought, then she took a drink herself and set the clay bottle down. She took a length of clean cloth and dipped it into the now pungent water and began to sponge at Beren's wounds.

"Don't worry, I used to be a priestess," Emmaline lied glibly as she carefully worked the char and mess out of the wound with the stinging cloth. She certainly had never been any such thing, but she had stitched up enough people after bar fights, climbing accidents and other such mishaps that she had some idea how to manage the business.

"We really should salve it, if you have anything, otherwise it will weep everywhere until it crusts over," Emmaline expounded.

"I was going to ask you about this deposed Sultana, but I feel like that might be a little overshadowed by the fact that the inn was attacked by some kind of ravening half demon... I thought we might talk about that," she said a twinge acidly, pressing a little harder than was necessary to scrub the wound clean.

"I mean its a nice inn, but off all the inns in the city those things come here?" she arched an eyebrow in question


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