Snippet #2411504

"Looks like I need to do something. I'll catch up more later!" Aisha almost leaped from her chair, bolted out the door, to find the man in question laying on the ground, already bleeding heavily.

"Can a mage ever get a break?!" She quickly flipped the man over, and checked his back, where the blood was coming from. It was a pretty bad gash, but most definitely recoverable.
"Come on, pick him up! Bring him to my house!" Aisha barked at the man that originally called out to her, and the two of them hoisted up the injured traveler, and quickly carried him to her house.

"People always seem to show up at my house half-dead, or asking for my candle recipe." Aisha mumbled to herself, as she grabbed a needle and thread, and a roll of bandage.

She snapped her fingers to conjure a small flame on her thumb, using that to heat up and sterilize the needle, to make the stitching more effective and easier. She worked quickly, stitching the wound (mostly) shut, and finally wrapped a tight bandage over the wound. She tied off the bandage, and grabbed a bottle of hard liquor, and put a note on it that says 'Drink Me', then placed it on the table next to the patient.

Aisha sat down at her desk, looked at the little purple ring sitting on its edge, and thought to herself. She thought about the patient, about her old friends, her shop, and she also thought about Ark. Her lips slowly curled into a smile, and she picked up the ring, looking over it quickly.

"You're not enchanted or magical, are you?" She said to the ring, before slipping it onto her left ring finger.