Re: Chapter 1: Clayshire
She takes the coins from Trog and throws them into the hearth, though the fire does not seem hot enough to melt them. With payment made, she begins to work on the pulverized arm. Much of the work involves applying heat to specific areas, along with binding the arm in place. She rubs a foul-smelling paste on the areas that have bruised the most, and wraps the areas of the most heavy damage with cloth drowned in alcohol. It burns, to say the least. "D'not remove fer a few days, and only if'n ye need to."
Upon Syndelia's entrance to Anna's shack, the Crowned Warrior's face crunches into a deep scowl, and he heads for the door (not that he was far from it given the small space). "I'm done with you, elf. I'll find my own way." The man looks carefully outside the door before attempting to depart. He pulls his cloak over his head and armor, and drags his large blade behind him as he heads into the dark.
Anna, somewhat distracted by her treatment of Trog, takes a moment to respond to Syndelia. "I'be Anna, yes. Witch? No'sure. I'be what I'be. But it is nice t'meet ye, under dark times as they be. The beastly ones from outside are unknown t'me, but they look as the followers of t'Enemy. I see them on t'far side of t'river, and few coming through town. I keep m'door shut to them, and they bother me not." When Syndelia presents the ring, Anna takes a precious few seconds to glance at it before shrugging. "It looks like a ring, and not a pretty one at that. Ye'say t'followers wear them? They may be gifts, but dark ones."