Re: (IC) 1: The Rescue
As Erik comes to a stop, sides heaving as he takes deep breathes, I carefully dismount and pause a moment for my legs to adjust to being on solid, non-moving ground. Sand is nearby constructing a shelter for the unconscious Rolland, Thorin having decided to bring him inside the walls despite my warning, while Althaea sits nearby her eyes shadowed and looking more dishevelled than normal. Rolland may not have woken yet but the steady rise and fall of his chest gives no cause for concern and while Althaea appears troubled I cannot see anything of immediate concern. The Half-Orc and Goliath look much better than before, Sand must have given them water and tended to their injuries. What I do not see is Thorin or Sebastien. Why do I always have to go looking for those two whenever I need to pass on information! And they are always in different places too!
In...two...three...out..two..three. Just breath in and out, let it all go. They are both busy, it is unreasonable of me to expect them to be here just because I am in a hurry. Shaking my head causes a small cloud to drift down from my hair and I am grateful for the cloth I had covered my nose and mouth with earlier. It may not have been perfect, the feel of dry grit coating my tongue and teeth is testament to that, but it is so much better than it would have been otherwise. The fine grit has gotten everywhere, I can feel it grinding in every joint of my armour let alone the grey-brown paste it has made on my gambeson when it mixed with my sweat. This will take forever to clean and dry properly. But that will have to wait until I have reported to the town leaders.
But a small delay will not hurt. I walk over to where Sand is working and ask him to borrow his decanter. He is kind enough to loan it to me and gives me a brief demonstration on how to use it before returning to his work. And with that I head inside the main settlement to deliver my report. I find them both in their offices and report on the number of Gnolls seen, that we were unable to locate the Shaman and/or the source of the dust cloud, and that we saw no sign of anyone using the incident as a distraction to slip inside the perimeter.
Afterwards, I head outside and find a quiet area nearby where Sand built his shelters and begin taking off my armour, carefully inspecting and setting aside each peace. It has held up well to everything on this journey so far but it might be a good idea to have Sand look at some of the straps, they are starting to show some wear. Out here, this gear is my life and it must be treated with respect and care. When I have all the pieces laid out I use the decanter to wash away all of the accumulated grim before drying each piece with a cleaning cloth and applying the necessary lubricants. That done, I do the same for the rest of my gear, carefully cleaning out all of the dust that had seeped in and refolding my few spare clothes. Once that is done, I strip down to my underclothes and use the decanter and meager soap to wash myself, spending particular effort to make sure I get all of the dust out of my hair, before quickly changing and washing the last of my laundry before leaving it to dry.
Once all of my things are ready I head back to the shelters where people are beginning to settle in. Thorn has brought everyone’s gear here and is looking at something with Sand, Erik is curled up a little ways away from the rest, Rolland is still asleep, and it looks like the day has caught up with the other two refugees as well having collapsed in the back of the large shelter. That is alright, questions can wait right now it is important that they feel safe. I leave Sand’s decanter with the rest of his things and take a seat on an overturned bucket outside the main shelter, unarmoured but with my sword at hand, and write in my journal about the day’s events; I have a feeling another item has been added to our to-do list.