Inside the safety of the clinic, Vance was lying in bed. His armor and clothes were propped against the wall, next to the bed, and Eve was sitting on the edge of the bed near his shoulder.

He tossed and turned a bit, dreaming as the painkillers that were administered started to take effect. He saw a man in black garb, and a mule, then a knife drawn, and put to his throat. One quick slice and the deed was done. As the man drew the knife across his skin in the dream, he awoke. His eyes were wide and he gasped, quickly sitting up in bed. The motion, and sound, had scared Eve to the point that she nearly fell off. His hand reached up to feel his neck, to make sure that it was just a dream. 

[i][color=6ecff6]“Who was that?”[/color][/i] he thought. He could have sworn that what he saw in his dream actually happened, but he wasn’t far from gone when it did, so he couldn’t be sure.

When Eve recovered from her surprise, she quickly flew to him, hugging his neck as tightly as she could. “Oh gods, I thought you were gone! Don’t you ever do that again!” She said with tears in her eyes, still clinging to him.

Vance shrugged a bit, wincing at the pain in his newly readjusted shoulder. [color=6ecff6]“It was either that, or die”[/color] he said with a ‘matter of fact’ tone.

She gave him a look that said. [i]“You better not die!”[/i] She still had tears running down her cheeks as she looked at him. 
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“Were there any other survivors?”[/color] he said, looking from his shoulder to her. [i]“Not many”[/i] she said, shaking her head. 

Vance was still too weak to fully heal his shoulder, so he would let the painkillers do their work. 
Eve explained to him where they were, and that when he was feeling better, he should go out to the tavern to meet the remaining heroes who survived their battles, and, of course get paid.

As a priest walked through the clinic, blessing the survivors, he stopped at Vance, reaching into a small pouch and bringing out a small, silver cross on a chain, which he handed to Vance. The Templar looked at it for a minute before Eve snatched it away, unfolding the chain and putting it over his head. The metal was cold against his skin, but it looked good sitting against his bare chest. He needed a little while longer to recover before he could meet the other heroes, and collect his payment.