Again I found myself walking into the Pony and smack dab into trouble. Again the trouble involved one of the women from a few days prior. I learned her name later that night, she was called Dezra and she was actually quite nice. She thanked me for handing over the cloth, again I pleaded my case that it wasn't right to be spit on like that and that I knew first hand how it felt. But tonight was different than the one before. The one before the spittle was the only violence, this night Dezra nearly feel against me in pain, bleeding from a wound in her shoulder. I was lucky that there was a person there that knew how to tend the wound. Stitching was never my strong suit, nor was herbs. I took care of plenty of bruises and scrapes for Mum and along my way to Bree, even tried to stitch someone up once. It turned out horrid. The poor man has a mismatched scar on his side from where I pulled the skin together at odd angles. But that is not what this story is about, it's about Dezra and how I met an Evil Wolf.
When Dezra fell against me pale and weak, it drew the notice of those around. A woman claiming she knew how to tend to Dezra, and man with a bow slung across his back both helped me get her to a room so that the healer could tend to her wound. Dezra seemed to go in and out of consciousness waking for a short time to gasp out that her friend was still upstairs in worse shape than she was. When I turned to go, the man with the bow followed telling me he wasn't about to let me go look alone in case the one or ones who did it were still about. We found an unconscious woman where Dezra said she would be and brought her back down.
Soon after word of a fight broke out in the Inn that was happening just outside. It was hinted that the one that did this to Dezra was out there. I wanted to see this person first hand so I went out against Dezra's yell for me to stay that it was too dangerous. I had the man with the bow, Wulfward (Wulf for short), at my side. He would not let me get hurt. I could see it in his eyes.
What found me when I went outside must wait for another night. I must allow it all to sink in. The blood, the pain, the man to whom I lay against right now. Fully clothed I should add! Goodnight for now, I must steal this man's warmth while I can.
