Durin remained silent throughout the jounrney, despite several questions from Tirarrian. Maybe he Didn't want to be talked to? Maybe he just didn't care? Either way, it wasn't long before they reached a small apothecary. [b]Hmph,[/b] she thought, [b]Clearly doesn't trust me enough.[/b] 

A sign outside read "Kayleth's Hospital and Apothecary", though it was hard to imagine how one person would have the time to manage both an apothecary and a hospital. The party stepped and was greeted by the monstrous stench that seemed to live in every hospital. Blood, sickness and the occasional waft of herbs was an overpowering stench that Tirarrian's more sensitive gnomish nose still hadn't become used to, even though she was often called in to help with treatment if there was an emergency in the town she was visiting. Most doctors tried to burn strong incense, but if Kayleth was doing so, it was very difficult to tell.

Assumedly an elf named Kayleth waved a blood soaked hand at the group reminding Tirarrian why she didn't do heavy duty medical work. She laughed in her head as she imagined blood comically flying everywhere as her hand went back and forth. The elf leaned over the counter towards the Gnome, "It's going to be a bit crowded," she started, "Are you injured too? Or are you merely ill? My stock of medicines for illnesses are still quite full. Perhaps some intestinal problems?" Tirarrian laughed at the last one. [color=violet]"No, I am quite fine. I can take a hint, I can get out of your hair if you want me to."[/color] The elf woman smiled apologetically, and Tirarrian left.

As she left she started to put plans into motion. Perhaps it would be worth talking to the guard captain about the attack? She headed off to find some guard to tell her the way. Still, Durin had clearly not trusted her to treat his wounds, and while she too believed he was in better hands in that hospital, why had he thought that? [b]Harrumph![/b]

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