Chapter 8.2: Peryn's Crag
Nemble and Doc had arrived at the city of healing nearly a week ago. Not great friends yet, but growing into a comfortable bond of comrades at arms. They had completely different experiences during the week, though both had noted, with minor interest, the arrival of four dwarven ponies, carrying what looked like, a rather attractive human woman, a man in robes who seemed cloaked in shadow, and two other men draped over their mounts who most likely were dead.
Doc, who had many, many years ago, before he'd become a full time world traveler, had spent a few months in the Crag. As a dwarf, none to fond of most kinds of wild magic, he was fascinated by the houses of healing that used no magic at all. Herbs, salves of minerals, logic, stitching up cuts, doctoring they'd called it, houses known as hospitals. He'd studied a bit, and this was like coming home. A few of the older races and faces still were there, and remembered him. He'd used what he'd learned on the "job" and was quickly invited to share his knowledge, his improvements.
Nemble, was not so lucky. Having come as a patient, with a ruined withered stump of a hand, that no magic could cure, he was treated. First, the doctors made a salt and mud cast of his good hand. Then, they formed a mold of it inside a steel ball, and then, cut his stump off at the wrist (it didn't hurt but it was horrible to watch), they attached the steel mold to his stump (filled with some putty). It was like walking around with an itchy, slightly painful metal ball on your wrist for a week.
Inas, Marissa, Saliq and Rath spent the first day recovering, learning that Ingelbern had some nasty poisionous stinger removed from his spine, and yet remained nearly mad. Durien, the doorwarden of the Wizards Guild, had little insight to give them other than to arrange them to be tested and find none of them had been "stung".
Marissa though seemed fascinated by Peryn, and the gardens, and spent much time there, meditating. The night of the second day, over drinks, she announced that as a member of the Royal family, her life must be dedicated to the survival of Stormhaven, whatever the cost. That night, she dedicated herself to Peryn in hopes of a clue to healing Ingelbern, and perhaps the Lord Mayor.
The next morning, she asked Inas about a dream she had. A rabbit had died before her, and laid there, gasping its last breathe, then its eyes had gone flat. Moments passed, and then, fleas, ticks, and even a burrowing worm had fled the dead body. Inas confirmed, in his matter of fact way, that parasites that feed off a live body, leave when its dead, they know immediately their "food source" is done.
And so it was that Marissa convinced the doctors to kill Ingelbern, just for a little while, and sure enough, a half dozen little living "stingers" crawled out through his skin. And so,he was revived, he was likely healed. The cost, Marissa retired from adventuring, to enter into a year of study under Peryn's tutalage. A fair trade indeed.
It was on this same day, that the doctors, removed the mold from Nemble's arm. They had been cautious and warned it might not work, or might have side effects, it was bit experimental. After all, using hydra and troll blood to reform a hand, well. Who knows. When they removed the mold, a perfect and usable hand remained, just the right size, and perfect other than a few scales along the back of the hand.
In the tavern of Clouds Perch, one of the only Inn's in town, and the ONLY decent tavern, five lone travellers in a city of healers sit and order drinks. Nemble and Doc are celebrating his new hand, what a day to be alive in Peryn's Crag. Inas, Rath, and Saliq await a meeting in the morning with the recovering Ingelbern, perhaps to guide their next decisions, or unravel the mysteries they've been surrounded by.