The market was crowded, but you made it to the Inn.

Hannah went inside.

"Welcome!" A large man with a moustache said as you entered. "Welcome to my humble inn. How may I serve you?"

"What do you have to drink?" Hannah asked, while scanning the customers for her missing friends.

"We have coffee, milk and water," the man said, seeing you look around. "I see that you are not from around here. Are you a friend of the pale man?"

"Pale man?  Possibly," said Hannah.  "I did have a pale friend... what did this pale man look like?  And tea, please," she continued, hoping that it wouldn't be too expensive.

The man went on to describe Fred.

"We found him in a terrible condition, he had apparently tried to attack a group of slavers."

"Yes, that's my friend!" said Hannah, excitedly.  "Where is he?"

The man calls over a young woman who is maybe a couple of years older than you and whispers something in her ear.

"This way," she said heading upstairs, unlocking a door and opening it up revealing Fred in bandages, lying on a bed.

"Fred, what happened?" Hannah asked.  "How did you get in this much trouble this quickly?"

Fred groaned.

"He had been outside with a pale woman," the inn worker said. "Slavers attacked them, leaving this man for dead. We were sure he was dead, but he has made an insane recovery. This was yesterday and his wounds are nearly healed."

"What happened to the woman?" Hannah asked.

"She was taken by the slavers, who headed north," the young woman said. "If only the priestesses were here to deal with that trash."

"I am feeling better," Fred said.

"Good," said Hannah.  "I'm going after them."

"I'm coming too," Fred said, sitting up.

"You can't!" the young woman said. "You were grievously wounded four days ago! You should take months to heal!"

"I'm fine, really," Fred said.

"Are you?" Hannah asked.  "Stand up, Fred.  If you can."

Fred did, without any problems you could see.

"All right," said Hannah.  "Fred, can you fight?"

"Ah...kinda?" Fred said.

"Well, grab a big stick or something," said Hannah.  "You might have to fight them again, but I can keep them busy."

"Can you fight?" Fred asked. "I haven't seen you do it."

"I've been training in Filipino Martial Arts, mostly Kali, for years now," said Hannah.  "Yes, I can fight."

"Well, uh, I can brawl a bit," Fred said.

"You might still be able to help," said Hannah.  "Get something heavy to hit with."

The young woman gave Fred a club.

"Oh hey, thanks!" Fred said.