Narys

Bored. That’s what he was. Bored. Mind numbing and endless boredom.

Confined to his bed in the most uncomfortable position, Taraborn lay recovering from his wounds. Narys had stitched up his back, tended to him and so on, keeping him fed and warm. But he was more or less confined to his bed unless he needed the toilet. Avoiding putting too much pressure on his back, and trying to not lay on his still tender rib cage, Taraborn was left laying awkwardly on his side the entire time.

Another day had passed and I still haven't seen someone. It had made me worried though what happened during the time spent at Bree did not make anything better.

Slumped over his horse, Taraborn rides through the night into early morning. Riding through Breeland, he searches for Narys at her favourite campsites, hoping to find her there. No luck. Only one had signs of a recent fire but it might not have been hers. So, he continues, heading to the next spot. Not far from that old fire, from his bent over position in the saddle, he manages to see something glinting on the ground, a chance beam of sunlight hitting it.

The shop was silent, empty, and dark when she stepped inside. This was of no concern to her for the hour was late and she was, at heart, a creature of the darkness. Tonight however, it was really rather comforting. After the bright bustle and the hectic merriment of the evening, she needed some peace in which to process all that she had seen and learned.

The pain was unbearable. Intense, throbbing pain unlike anything Taraborn had felt before. It felt like a troll was pounding against his head over and over. The solid, uneven surface he was lying on was not his bed. He slowly opens his eyes, only to quickly squeeze them shut and shield them with his hand. It was as though the light were daggers entering his skull. Slowly he gets accustomed to the light and looks about, still needing to shield his eyes.

The days go by, the celebration of the Captain's daughter and her Dalesman draws closer. I am certain this occasion will fill my coffers just nicely if it goes as planned.