Snippet #2192489

Talon V'lyn

Vy landed in the large courtyard area where the barracks were behind the palace. Dragons of all sizes limbered around, some sleeping with their wings outstretched, others being saddled and ready for flight. The silver dragon flapped his wings several times as he settled on the earth, his enormous size making the ground shake even though he'd landed as gently as possible. The flight from Ro'ell wasn't long, as predicted, though Talon felt it took an eternity to get there. He was more than happy to jump down off of Vy's neck and start his search for a healer.

The sooner he got his hand healed, the faster he could get to searching for Jennifer. The assassin figured that Zoron might have some idea as to where his rider had been taken, and he was betting on that to lead him to Jennifer. Turning, he helped the pretty elf down off of Vy. Once she was on the ground, he turned away and started for the city streets without waiting for anyone. He was in a hurry to get what needed to be done, done.

Have you forgotten what I've said already?

No.

Then relax. You cannot rush into something when no one is ready.

I already said I will go after her alone if I have to.

How will you get there?

Talon stopped mid stride and heaved a heavy sigh, Flight of course.

And if I refuse?

A soft growl penetrated his throat and he ignored his dragon. Talon continued down the street in search of one who could be of assistance to them. Though it was hard to find as not many mages lived in Kingsburrow seeing as it was a neutral city. It took Talon a couple of hours walking around the city before he found someone who was close enough to a healer to help him. He walked in the door and was met with two women, one elderly the other very young. The young one came up to him and smiled at him as she spoke.

"How can we help you?"

"My companions and I need some healing," he motioned behind him to those that had come with him into the city. Whiskers needed treatment for a cut on her arm and Talon's broken hand needed mending. Other than Whiskers, the assassin didn't think anyone else truly needed any healing. The young woman beckoned for him to come and sit as the elder woman took Whiskers.

As he sat down, the girl started by examining his hand, her fingers gently moving the fingers around. Talon winced slightly as she worked on him, all the while she hummed a light tune. Her fingers outstretched over his hand and her eyes glowed brightly. A light filled her fingers then stretched down to his hand and encased it. Talon didn't feel anything, but the bruising faded away and feeling returned to his hand. The girl took a white cloth and wrapped his hand tightly.

"Not all of the bones are healed, so you will have to be careful, but you should be able to use it now. Just don't over do it," she said with a smile. Talon thanked her and stood up. Now all that was left was waiting for the others to finish up. That was easier said then done, so Talon paid for the service and stepped outside. His impatience nearly getting the best of him as he stood there waiting.