Over the groaning of the other patients in the clinic, Vance heard footsteps approaching his bed. He, and Eve, looked over to see their companion, Miercoles. A small smile appeared on Vance’s face as he looked at the spellsword, who seemed to walked away from the battle unscathed, at least visibly. He remembers what he saw on the battlefield. The man was an impressive fighter, and good with a sword, a welcome ally to anyone’s team.
"We meet again. I'm just here to get some information, so tell me of the other person assigned to our group. You happen to know her or something about her?"
Vance rested his head back on his pillow, closing his eyes, and trying to remember her name.
“Elle of Asterith.” He said after a moment, remembering what the town crier had said.
“There were some female villagers with us out there, but I don’t think that any of them were her.” He said with some uncertainty in his tone. “I don’t even know what she looks like” he said, shrugging a bit, though luckily, the painkillers were taking effect. He had personally never been to Asterith in his travels, though he had heard of it.
He stood up, wearing nothing but a white piece of cloth around his waist to cover himself. He was unaware that they had stripped him down to this before treating him, but it made sense. He had a small blush on his face as he walked over to his regular clothes, putting on his pants, and then his socks, staying bare chested for now. He looked over to his armor, thinking that he would wait until the next assignment to put it back on. He wanted to relax for a while, maybe get a drink, and of course, get paid.
“Has anyone mentioned the next assignment, yet? How many people survived the first quest?” he said, looking at Miercoles.
"We meet again. I'm just here to get some information, so tell me of the other person assigned to our group. You happen to know her or something about her?"
Vance rested his head back on his pillow, closing his eyes, and trying to remember her name.
“Elle of Asterith.” He said after a moment, remembering what the town crier had said.
“There were some female villagers with us out there, but I don’t think that any of them were her.” He said with some uncertainty in his tone. “I don’t even know what she looks like” he said, shrugging a bit, though luckily, the painkillers were taking effect. He had personally never been to Asterith in his travels, though he had heard of it.
He stood up, wearing nothing but a white piece of cloth around his waist to cover himself. He was unaware that they had stripped him down to this before treating him, but it made sense. He had a small blush on his face as he walked over to his regular clothes, putting on his pants, and then his socks, staying bare chested for now. He looked over to his armor, thinking that he would wait until the next assignment to put it back on. He wanted to relax for a while, maybe get a drink, and of course, get paid.
“Has anyone mentioned the next assignment, yet? How many people survived the first quest?” he said, looking at Miercoles.