Haeil coughed loudly as we walked along. The road was practically dust but after nearly 3 days of walking down it we were used to it, the ground baked hard by the blistering sun above.
I breathed in heavily as we walked on; my netch leather cuirass was slung against my shoulder because of the heat. Haeil was in front of me, silent as he heaved his huge tail against the road, I have no idea if he's enjoying the sudden warmth of is slowly dying inside that leather armour that he can never take off.
"Furan" he hissed, pointing a finger directly in front of us. I laughed; hope rising in my chest as I saw what he did.
Sadrith Amu said a small sign that was just poking out of the dust.
"It's Telvanni land" I muttered, pulling my netch cuirass back onto me.
"Telvanni?"
"It's probably better if you stay here..."
I heard Haeil sigh softly behind me.
Within minutes in the town I was greeted by a pair of guards...guards? They barely looked older than 16! they were both dressed in loose farm clothes, one of them had a chitin cuirass on as well. They were wielding spears loosely in their ashen hands that shook while they spoke.
"State your business...outlander!"
outlander...some things never change...
"My business is trading" I answered with a small sigh, one of the boys looked at me with a snarl,
"You should leave this town alone...we have had nothing but trouble from you outlanders!"
typical Telvanni...
"I don't have time for this" I growled, beginning to move through them. One of them roared and lunged his spear toward me. I ducked my head and grabbed the spear, knocking it out of the mers hands and sending the other boy to the ground, his weapon rolling on the ground away from him.
"Long spears are defensive weapons" I said with a wink, throwing it at his feet,
"Remember that the next time you try to kill someone with it..."
The both boys seemed to pale at this.
"Ok outlander...we'll let you through just don't...don't cause any trouble..." the guard croaked, his voice nearly failing him. I bowed respectively and walked past them, feeling a little guilty but at the same time feeling like it was an accomplishment beating a pair of farm boys.
The general store of Sadrith Amu had reached a stage where it was practically part of the landscape. The thick stone was a rusted red as it braved the sea air; the tiles above were covered in a rich yellow moss with Traven's cave written on a rotten wooden sign that hung from an iron chain.
The door opened with a shallow creak without me even touching it, before me was Traven, the dunmer's grey hair was tied in loose braids against the back of his head, his razor red eyes scanning me up and down outside his shop.
"What do you want?" he snapped before looking at the armour that was on my body.
"Come in" he sniffed, walking quickly toward the counter.
"So sorry I haven't had a customer in a while you understand..." the pathetic amount of supplies on his shelves pretty much proved it. I smiled and threw a small sack of coins on the counter, 600 drakes. Everything that I had left as well as a small bit of gold that was in the bandits pockets.
The dark elves eyes widened as he counted the drakes, "Where...where did you get this much money?" he gasped, his grey skin now pale beneath the candlelight.
"Adventuring" I laughed, pointing at a few of the things on the shelves to purchase, a pair of robes, a cloth backpack and some food..."The man smiled, "It's been years since we saw one of your folk around he..." he was cut off by a sudden knock on the door.
A small dark elf came in; no more than 20 he held he bit on the edge of his sleeve nervously his short grey hair not really helping his incredibly sharp face.
"Mr Traven" he asked with his voice quavering.
"Is it about Olissia?" Traven asked softly, The man nodded quickly.
"She won't get better; she's still so...so pale"
Traven shrugged, "I'm afraid I can't help you son... I'm not really much of a healer..."
Lucky boy
"Is there any swelling?" I asked. The man looked confused but slowly he nodded.
"Vomiting?"
"Confusion?"
"Sore limbs?"
3 sharp nods.
I walked over to the shelves, my hands hovering quickly over the ingredients...
Willow Anther...some grave dust...
With a smile I took out Haeil's mortar and pestle and began to mash the ingredients together, Traven and the young mer were looking at me with interest.
I added a small bit of water from my satchel and poured it into the mortar, mixing it quickly with the edge of my short sword.
By the time it was in the bottle it was a glowing grey.
"Sounds like Rockjoint..." I said, handing him the potion.
"make her drink a spoon of this every 2 hours for about a day, don't feed her too much but give her plenty of liquids..." The man smiled softly, taking it with a bow he left the room.
Traven looked at me strangely, "You are the first kind outsider I've seen in years" he whispered.
I opened my mouth to say something else before I noticed the shine of the setting sun on the horizon, damn it, I only said I'd be gone for an hour...
Haeil was waiting for me as when I left the village. "Have fun?" he chuckled as I threw him a pair of robes to hide his tail.
"Heaps" I laughed as we began to continue our walk.
