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[Mia Stormcrow]

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As Mia stepped into the Trinsic Healers Guild, she was immediately assailed by the smell of lye and other disinfectants that hung heavy in the air. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim interior, as she looked around, something struck her as different, but she was not sure what.

An older dark skinned woman brusquely approached her, and inquired, “Is there some way I may be of service?” Looking to the woman for a moment, Mia replied, “I was looking for Master Clovis, is he about?” The woman slowly shook her head, “Master Clovis went to take charge of the Guild facilities in Britain”, she smiled and added, “was there something you needed?” Surprised by the news of her friends sudden transfer, Mia slowly responded to the woman’s inquiries, “I had placed an order for bandages and potions, that was supposed to be ready this day.” The woman nodded, “You must be Mia, Clovis said you’d be by today, by the way, I’m Helen, the new Guild Mistress here in Trinsic. Orville is finishing your order now, it shouldn’t be long if you have time to wait.”

Setting her bow on the desk, Mia wearily sat down in the chair to wait. Helen excused herself, and stepped to the back, speaking quietly with the young apprentice working there, as he packed many boxes and containers. Returning, Helen said, “He’s finishing now, but it will take some time to pack the potions for travel.

While your waiting let he have a look at you.” Mia groaned to herself, at the thought of another healer poking and probing at her person. Helen studied her for a brief time, before asking, “ My dear, your awfully pale, and from the dark circles under your eyes, I’d guess you’ve not been getting much sleep.” Mia nodded, “I’ve been have troubles sleeping the last few weeks…” Seeming satisfied with Mia’s reply, Helen hurried to the back, calling back over her shoulder as she went, “I have just the thing for insomnia, Chamomile Tea, let me see that Orville packs some with your order!” Mia was relieved that the healers attention was diverted else where for the moment, it wasn’t getting to sleep that plagued her, but the fact that she’d been avoiding sleep and the terrors it brought. Helen returned, and resumed her questioning, “ Your armor hangs from your frame loosely, have you been eating regularly? When was the last time you ate?” Mia quietly mumbled, “ I snatched a mouthful or two yesterday, or was it the day before…?” Hoping to divert the scolding, she knew that she was about to hear, Mia quickly added, “ How’s Master Clovis doing in his new post, have you any word?” Helen looked stunned, “I assumed you knew… he died two days ago, when the healers guild was overrun.”

Mia sat there shocked by the unexpected news, she felt as if she was choking, a single tear rolled her face, then uncontrollably a heart wrenching sob escaped her lips as a torrent of tears began to flow down her cheeks. Helen embraced her, lending her strength and support as grief over came the young woman.

When the storm of her grief had quieted, Mia hardened her resolve that these invaders be driven from Britain, so the sacrifice made by Master Clovis and so many others be not in vain.