Lian slowly filed her way across the roads of the town, looking from building to building. Her surface wounds may have been healed, but just as Geoffrey speculated, she would need rest soon. Unfortunately for both of them, she wouldn't even entertain the idea of being a layabout.
: "...Hm." With an irritated sigh, she clicked her sword loose in its sheath, pulling it out slightly. Turning it over, her eyes darted across the blade, "Oh, fine."
She grunted as she fastened the sword back and started heading towards the Armory.
The same youth greeted Lian as he waited for Ekul to pick something out. "Hey there miss, what can I get for you?"
Andala rubbed her forehead as other holy men and women quickly fled away at the sight of entering woman. Little Mia knew that they ran away to avoid Andala.
"What? You have someone wounded? How am I to preach and spread happiness while knee-deep in blood and bandage." She paused.
"Do you even know how hard it is to clean blood from cloth? Anyways, where's the gut-exhibitionist? Is it you?"
Whatever Andala has said it soared right over Mia's head.
"Um, what? Anyway, he's this way, follow me!" she said as she grabbed Andala's hand and headed back to Garret and the monk. She'd finally found a healer and she wasn't letting them go until Garret was healed.
Still blushing some, Aneira slipped out of the room and headed down and out of the inn. She whistled quietly to herself, looking around the village to see if there was a shop that sold healing supplies.
"Wonder what she was blushing about," the innkeeper said as he elbowed Geoffrey, a sparkle in his eyes, when Aneira had exited the inn.
"Shut up, George," was all he got out of the mercenary captain.
After a bit of wandering Aneira found a store titled "Denab's Emporium" with the traditional shop sign displayed outside.
"Oh, hello there sweetie, what can I do for you today?" greeted the scarlet haired woman behind the counter.