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[Xana]

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Having managed to get out of Cove, Xana found herself in the city of New Haven...a place she was not very fond of for many reasons. She met an Elven man there who seemed rather nice enough and when invited, she accompanied him to the tavern. Along she followed, her walking stick tapping along beside her ruined foot.

Xana's head felt like it was filled with bees. It hurt and was making a terrible buzzing/crackling sound. The cool water offered her by the man who called himself Balour quenched the burning thirst within. Idly Xana thought it interesting that she agreed to accompany an Elven person anywhere; she did tend to have Humanis tendencies, after all.

After two vials of the heavy drug supplied to her by the healer, life began to be restored to the comfort which she found while the medicine worked its magic. Pleasant conversation ensued, names exchanged, and this was punctuated by many comfortable silences. It was with some interest that Xana realized she was able to get flashes of the man's aura. She watched it intently when it allowed, and wondered if the drugs gave her an added ability to see the energy that was always so elusive before.

After a while it occurred to her by way of the energy that emanated from him that there was a serious wound on his person, a wound which went clear through his body and still pained him despite it having healed. Xana offered to take the pain away.

The man insisted he knew not what she spoke of, and she demanded to know..."Must we really do this dance?" She stood and held her hands near where she knew the old wounds would be, and the heat that came from her hands must have been enough evidence for him. He asked of her, "Yes, please, take the pain," and she whispered in response..."I'll leave the scars," though he never spoke aloud of such a wish.

The last of the energy left her own body, taking the weight of the pain from the stranger. Having not realized she over-taxed her own resources, Xana crumpled to the floor.

There was the distinct sound of a bone snapping, and she knew as she greyed out that it was the third break for her tormented foot.
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An artist is a creature driven by demons ~Faulkner

[Balour Copan]

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*SNAP* The resounding snap filled the air and was almost enough to turn one's stomach. As soon as Xana's body thudded against the ground I was at her side picking her up and then gently easing her down onto the stool.

"Are you alright?" Left my lips in a hurry. She explained that it had been from a previous riding incident, and she fretted about, "I have not the time to wait for this to heal." I dropped to my knee's quickly and took her ankle in my hand and began to chant, "Obsu Vulni." I sighed in frustration as the bone would not heal. Xana only looked down at me with pity in her eyes.

"There haven't been any healers that could heal it either, it is beyond magic's touch." I quickly sprung to my feet, smoothing my clothes quickly I watched the Xana. "The least you can do is let me get you a room, you've already done so much for me and I do not even know you."

After a few moments of words she finally relented and let me pay for her stay. I went to help her up stairs but being stubborn, like most women are, she climbed the stairs herself with the staff at her side. As we reached the top of the stairs and got her inside her room she exclaimed, "My Medicine! I need to go get my medicine!"

I looked at her and shook my head and headed back down and retrieved her bag from down stairs. She is something else, has that fire about her like my Malory. I brought her up her bag and she bid me off.

As I stepped out into the night, I rolled my right shoulder back and forth. The pain was gone, but the scar remained, the scar and my memories would be all the motivation I needed to gain justice for my family, and the sweet vengeance for myself. The blood that would stain Pandora would be her own this time.