Fenna continued her walk through the city. The atmosphere had definitely changed now that the big day was getting closer and closer. The continued siege outside made the people within the walls restless. They started having doubts about being able to defend themselves. According to the guards on the walls, the army outside was huge. There were whispers that some people had quietly left the city - had anyone actually seen Ambassador Malcolm Crane lately? - which did not help morale. Where Fenna went she also heard whispers about how blessed the people of Valheim felt with adventurers in the city, they would surely make a difference, but the lack of the highest tier of parties was another reason for concern. Sure, Second Change had defeated Aurok, but there weren't any parties above the gold rank in the city.
"I don't know if there's anything we can do to make them feel better," Fenna sighed. She knew Sil couldn't really answer her, but she enjoyed talking to her nonetheless.
She reached for a herbalist, asking for directions along the way, and once she found the building with a nettle on a wooden sigh she went inside.
"Sorry ma'am," the woman behind the counter said as soon as she saw Fenna. "We do not have any healing supplies left. Everything has been taken to the hospital and will be distributed over the healers for the big fight."
"I'm not here for healing herbs. I was wondering what you have in stock that will itch."
"Itch?"
"Preferably in powder in small cloth bags," Fenna continued.
The woman looked from Fenna to Sil and back to Fenna. "All right, I think I know what you're getting at. You be fighting in the battle, right? Yeah, yeah, I can do that. Leave that to me ma'am. No charge."
With that out of the way, Fenna went back in the city. She found herself near the spa and looked at the entrance. She had mixed feelings about that place now. The absolute pampering with MacKensie on one side, and the business with the hooded figures afterwards. Again she checked the area but there weren't any of them around.
"I think they stopped following us," she said to Sil, who made a sound that could be taken as agreeing.
To think there was this big ball of energy down there. As she thought back to it, she realised something. She could feel it, from here. The feeling was faint, but it was there.
"Okay, I'm going to get a drink now," she decided and turned her back om the building.
"I don't know if there's anything we can do to make them feel better," Fenna sighed. She knew Sil couldn't really answer her, but she enjoyed talking to her nonetheless.
She reached for a herbalist, asking for directions along the way, and once she found the building with a nettle on a wooden sigh she went inside.
"Sorry ma'am," the woman behind the counter said as soon as she saw Fenna. "We do not have any healing supplies left. Everything has been taken to the hospital and will be distributed over the healers for the big fight."
"I'm not here for healing herbs. I was wondering what you have in stock that will itch."
"Itch?"
"Preferably in powder in small cloth bags," Fenna continued.
The woman looked from Fenna to Sil and back to Fenna. "All right, I think I know what you're getting at. You be fighting in the battle, right? Yeah, yeah, I can do that. Leave that to me ma'am. No charge."
With that out of the way, Fenna went back in the city. She found herself near the spa and looked at the entrance. She had mixed feelings about that place now. The absolute pampering with MacKensie on one side, and the business with the hooded figures afterwards. Again she checked the area but there weren't any of them around.
"I think they stopped following us," she said to Sil, who made a sound that could be taken as agreeing.
To think there was this big ball of energy down there. As she thought back to it, she realised something. She could feel it, from here. The feeling was faint, but it was there.
"Okay, I'm going to get a drink now," she decided and turned her back om the building.