Wulfsen returned, and he stared. "What happened?"

"Juniper road back into the dock and fell off your horse upon arrival. But it appears she was stabbed by someone. Where's Yehudit?" she asked with concern.

Yehudit was still on Wulfsen's horse, swearing.

Juniper was barely alive. She seemed to be moving in slow motion, completely separate from the world. Her eyes struggled to stay open as she clung to  consciousness.

_{"Hey...it's ok....ill be fine....you worry....too much."}

Juniper smiled weakly and looked at Sileas, her breathing now much slower.
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"Help me get her in the wagon, there's a surgeon not far from here." Wulfsen said, slipping his arms under her.

"It's going to be all right, Juniper. You'll be fine." She grabbed her friends feet to help Wulfsen carry her.

Once Juniper was inside the wagon she gave a week thumbs up before slumping over and passing out, her body going limp and cold at the start of her unconsciousness

Wulfsen jumped in the seat and struck the reins. The physician was not far away, just one road over from the docks.

He worriedly looked to Shawn. "I know we shouldn't leave her... But I am most anxious to be reunited with my Aislyn."

Shawn was at a loss. He didn't want to just traipse Nelek through the keep to Aislyn if it wasn't him. On the other hand, he didn't want to keep them apart if it was him. "All right." He headed for one of the wagons.

He climbed into the wagon. "I'm aching to hold her again."

"This will be a supervised visit in a secluded area of the keep. And anything that happens will be up to Aislyn."

Sileas quickly found her young charge. "Why don't we go find some food until Wulfsen returns?"

He blinked. "Secluded but supervised? You will let us have our privacy if Aislyn... wants privacy?"

In reply to Sileas (msg # 411):

Oscar was disappointed to not get to see some more blood and gore, but he brightened when the mark offered food. "Food is good."

Yehudit was coming down from her rage and feeling exhausted. She slumped in the saddle.

In reply to Pickpocket Oscar (msg # 413):


"Let's see what we can find," Sileas said, taking the tiny hand. "What is your name, by the way? I'm Sileas."

"Oscar- Oscar the Knife." Oscar added to sound more impressive.

Sileas tried to hide her grin. "Oscar, a nice, strong name," she said as they headed into the marketplace.

Yehudit tumbled off the horse and shambled after Sileas.

"I'm strong too!" Oscar pulled up a ragged sleeve and flexed his bare arm to show off what muscles he had.

Sileas smiled. "I'm very impressed. I can't remember when I have seen such impressive muscles in a young man's arm."

Oscar decided to show off what his muscles could do by punching some delicate clay jars on display. The jars shattered.

"Oh, Oscar, you can't go around doing that. It's not polite to break other people's things." She opened her coin pouch and took out a few coins to hand to the vendor. "My apologies."

The vendor accepted the coins, but said the kid was a menace and belonged in the stocks.

"I was just showing you how strong I am." Oscar said, flexing his muscles and looking ready to break something else. Maybe that vendor's nose!