[centre][b]Calais Cousland
Deliar[/b][/centre]

Calais’ eyes slowly opened a notch as they began to adjust to the light. He saw a figure standing in an open door but his eyes were not adjusted enough to make out any features. He let his heavy eye lids fall back down for a moment and softly groaned against the groggy feeling he had due to being asleep for so long. [b]“Awake then are we? How are you doing young Calais?”[/b] came the voice of an older woman, one who Calais recognised to be Wilson’s wife. 

[b]“Feel like I’ve been through a barrel of ale. How long have I been out?”[/b] he murmured as he got himself upright in the cot. 

[b]“A good while by the sounds of it; its gone midday and Wilson says you’ve been out since late last night.”[/b] Victoria replied handing Calais some water, [b]“They were worried for you and brought you back on a fisherman’s cart. You came to consciousness a couple of times and were given water, but soon drifted back into slumber. Wilson said it was probably less to do with the wound and more to do with exhaustion… the wound probably just finished you off as it were.”[/b]

Calais wasn’t convinced at first but as he thought back to the events of the last couple of days he realised he had only had a few hours sleep and he knew the cold weather could take its toll. He then quickly began examining his wound. It didn’t look pretty but had clearly been cleaned and treated whilst he slept. [b]“Thank you for treating me Victoria. Where is Wilson now?”[/b] he asked with a smile. 

[b]“He left not long after dropping you off here. Went to take the fisherman’s cart back and deal with the aftermath of your skirmish. Won’t be back anytime soon I doubt, he said he’ll be dealing with Baldrick too…”[/b] she said with an apologetic tone. [b]“You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need though.”[/b]

[b]“Thank you Victoria, but I shan’t burden you.”[/b] Calais replied instantly knowing better than to stay alone with another man’s wife, innocent as it may be; others might gossip and jealousies might be ignited. [b]“Although I would be thankful if you could direct me towards a good place to get some ale”[/b] he joked light heartedly. 

[b]“Ah, you’ll be looking for the Buckle then! Head towards the stables, where you’ll find your horse, then follow the road inwards, if by chance you miss it I’m sure someone can give you later directions.”[/b] With that she pulled his belongings out from beneath the cot and carried on about her business. Calais quickly dressed himself in the dark tunic and hooded cape that he kept in his saddlebag, deciding that the rangers cloak was likely to draw too much attention at a local pub. He shoved his damaged cuirass in there too before putting it on and heading out. 

[hider=wibbly wobbly timey wimey][i]If you're thinking "Wait, his posts are over a much longer timeframe" then you're thinking to much and should go to bed[/i][/hider]