This trip had been one event after another, and while Ruth was used to meeting new faces on his travels, none of them were as concerning as finding an unconscious man in the woods.
In the grove, Ruth had tried his best to stabilise him, but when the stranger didn’t improve with his intervention the elf sought a change in location. They weren’t far from a settlement, but given the elf’s size, manhandling the feverish and unconscious man was best left to magic. Removing his pack and anything that could tangle, Ruth began making him as comfortable as possible taking a step back after to concentrate. Ruth would focus on the air around, dismissing the hangover pounding at his temples for the lull of his magic.
The man began hovering, reaching up about Ruth’s shoulder, and once the healer was satisfied the two would set off on the hike through the woods finding the village on the other side. The pair drew stares once entering though he paid little attention, only shifting the extra pack he’d carried to the ground once reaching the tavern.
By the time he got the lad into a bed, he’d finally barfed all over both of them, causing Ruth to cry foul. He’d almost pity the fool if he wasn’t about to hand him a handsome bill for the healers efforts. Ruth with the help of the tavern lass cleaned him up, and tucked him in before Ruth himself got a bath, paying extra for a little happy hour. He’d returned to the room, finding the sleeping beauty still shivering and shaking, despite Ruth’s infusion of magic. He’d slump into a chair, bone weary from the exertion and his activities to sleep a few hours.
Eyes opened to the sound of a voice, his charge, and while he remained curled in the chair, Ruth’s head rolled over towards the bed. “Ah, he awakens. I thoug-,” a yawn overpowered him, “I thought so. Got a feeling.” An uncanny thing. “Don’t panic either, I was a complete gentleman and I was supervised. Though if you fancy the wench, I do recommend.”
In the grove, Ruth had tried his best to stabilise him, but when the stranger didn’t improve with his intervention the elf sought a change in location. They weren’t far from a settlement, but given the elf’s size, manhandling the feverish and unconscious man was best left to magic. Removing his pack and anything that could tangle, Ruth began making him as comfortable as possible taking a step back after to concentrate. Ruth would focus on the air around, dismissing the hangover pounding at his temples for the lull of his magic.
The man began hovering, reaching up about Ruth’s shoulder, and once the healer was satisfied the two would set off on the hike through the woods finding the village on the other side. The pair drew stares once entering though he paid little attention, only shifting the extra pack he’d carried to the ground once reaching the tavern.
By the time he got the lad into a bed, he’d finally barfed all over both of them, causing Ruth to cry foul. He’d almost pity the fool if he wasn’t about to hand him a handsome bill for the healers efforts. Ruth with the help of the tavern lass cleaned him up, and tucked him in before Ruth himself got a bath, paying extra for a little happy hour. He’d returned to the room, finding the sleeping beauty still shivering and shaking, despite Ruth’s infusion of magic. He’d slump into a chair, bone weary from the exertion and his activities to sleep a few hours.
Eyes opened to the sound of a voice, his charge, and while he remained curled in the chair, Ruth’s head rolled over towards the bed. “Ah, he awakens. I thoug-,” a yawn overpowered him, “I thought so. Got a feeling.” An uncanny thing. “Don’t panic either, I was a complete gentleman and I was supervised. Though if you fancy the wench, I do recommend.”
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