Re: Chapter 1: Clayshire
The path towards Anna's hut is quiet. Or, it would be if the Crowned Warrior would stop doomsaying the entire time. He continues to mutter about "them coming." As the group moves in the direction of the river, he seems more or less content to stay with his current companions, though you get the feeling he won't stop fretting until he is far from this town.
Trog continues to bleed heavily along the way, no doubt leaving a trail that a child could follow. The pain doesn't subside, and he finds that his inability to use his strong arm is not changing. It is equally frustrating that despite his grievous wound, his companions seem more intent on bickering amongst themselves than seeking help or shelter.
Jerec, taking a moment to examine the ring, might notice that it looks the same as the one worn by the "dwarf" creature, though obviously significantly larger. Its plain appearance, a simple band of lead, does not lend itself to being identified as magical or significant. In fact, it appears to be quite insignificant... significantly so.
Upon arrival, Trog announces in his eloquent manner that he was outside along with others. A few moments pass before the door cracks open and a haggard woman peeks out. Cautious eyes look around before locking onto the troll's arm and the door opens all the way. Anna, the woman, is dressed in long, warm skirts and a heavy shawl, and the strong smell of herbs oozes its way out into the cold. With the door opened and her face revealed, her broad, flattened face and catlike eyes reveal herself to be a wildfolk. "Come inside, the lot o'ye, and shut d'door. Let m'take a look at dat arm o'yers."
The hut is a single large room, sunken partially into the ground. A hearth lays lit with a small fire that isn't quite enough to make the area comfortable. Herbs and small game hang from the rafters, and there is nary an inch of this space that isn't covered in shelving for books or glassware. She immediately distracts herself with Trog's arm, doing what she can to mend to injury and stop the bleeding. "But ye ken (know) d'rule, d'gods must be appeased. A small sacrifice must b'made."
18:14, Today: Narrator, for the NPC Anna, rolled 138 using 1d100+75 with rolls of 63. Healing (Bleeding).