Voltain looked at the woman who approached him out of the corner of his eye and slowly extended his hand and picked up the cloth and placed it over his right eye. Voltain stumbled through the words to say in his mind for this charitable act of kindness, and with being unaccustomed to such kindness found it difficult to speak. He sat their silent for a few minutes applying pressure to his face as the once white cloth was now stained with Voltain’s crimson red blood.

“Thank you for the kindness miss,” Voltain said softly almost inaudible and then took of sip of water. Voltain traced his finger around the ceramic cup of his trying to find what to say next. Voltain wasn’t accustomed to talking to people since he usually traveled alone and kept to himself whenever he was in a city or town. “Is the cut really that bad?” Voltain asked in that almost inaudible voice of his and looked back at his trail of blood leading from the door to his seat “I suppose it would be wise to see healer. Where can I find the healer?”

It felt as if the blood was coming to a stop but Voltain couldn’t really tell to much. Voltain’s head began to feel rather light, his vision was splitting, and to him the world was spinning all around him. Voltain tried to rise to his feet and walk it off, only to fall backwards unconscious and onto the tavern floor.