Snippet #918202

She watched him rush away from the scene and tensed a bit. Her footsteps were light and barely made a hole in the wet mud as she moved next to the man. She watched the footsteps of the giant being filled with water and blood and again a morbid picture of what the underworld must look like came to mind. Her eyes wandered to the body of the bleeding man and she bent down to examine him. She had no idea how to mend a wound, let alone a broken hand, but at least he seemed to be alive She doubted he would have any luck using the hand again however. She frowned as water blurred her vision and silently cursed the weather that made it so damn uncomfortable to travel. Sure it made for a good cover to hide from the enemy,but that was hardly needed now. She got on her feet again and walked in between the tents to see if she could find someone able to do more then her. That wasn’t too difficult, since the camp was full of people tending to other wounded people, checking up on them. She send one of them to the place the man with the crushed hand had been and continued on to find someone who could assist her.

After a while she found a rather large tent with a smell of food coming out of it. Her stomach growled at her and she was dripping wet. She let out a deep sigh and her muscles suddenly seemed more sore then they were just minutes ago. It was like her body reacted to the thought of food and sleep. She squeezed the water out of her cape and hair and went inside the tent. She touched the shoulder of a soldier inside the tent to get his attention “Excuse me, I am looking to be hired, who do I need to talk to and where can I find him?” The man looked at her and shrugged “I don’t know where they are right now, we’ve just gotten out of a big battle, I am pretty sure they are busy right now. Perhaps you can see them in the morning.” His eyes went from her face to the puddle of water at her feet. “You look like a drowned rat, why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you something to eat.” She smiled “Thank you, that would be most appreciated.” She placed her backpack and staff beside a cushion and sat down with crossed legs. When the bowl of soup came she accepted with gratitude and began eating, thankful that it was hot and able to give her a feeling of being alive again, not caring if water dripping from her hair was thinning it.

She was almost done and feeling quite comfortable, when she heard commotion in the camp. Something had stirred people up, but not enough to get people to arms apparently. She looked at the people inside the tent and raised an eyebrow, waiting to see how they reacted to this. They seemed a bit curious themselves but only a few went outside to see what it was about. She moved to the entrance of the tent and stared out, not wanting to go outside in the rain again when she was just beginning to get dry.