Doctor! Doctor!
"He's lucky to have such good friends." said Azzy somberly to Novena. Elgard lay on the tiled floor of the Dark Elf's room; they were at an Inn not far from Sugar's Milk. The how they had got there he didn't know, everything after the fight at the Cantina was blur of pain. Elgard did feel better, but he would have just as soon have let his back heal naturally than take Azzy's assistance and be forced to listen to his endless flattery to Novena.
Ferdain (who had been petting Elgards head, making soothing noises through the entire healing) looked up to Azzy with puppy eyes,
"It still looks pretty bad… is there anything else you can recommend?"
Azzy furrowed his brow, fumbled in his pack on the floor, retrieving a small brown bottle he offered it to Elgard,
"This is a Marshmerrow/Whickwheat Extract; I would apply it every 4 hours for best results."
Ferdain leaned in and took the bottle gingerly "Don't you worry about that!"
Novena placed her hands together "I don't know how to thank you Azzy…"
"Don't sweat it Novena, this is what I do." Stated Azzy in his manliest voice, puffing his narrow chest out.
Azzy had instructed Elgard to stay on his stomach for 20 minutes after the healing, which he did now, as the Healer and Novena spoke quietly across the room,
"Where are you headed to now?" Elgard whispered to Ferdain (Still patting his head). The Bosmer unconsciously rubbed the journal in his pocket
"Senchal, you?"
"Yea me too, assuming Svolj hasn't left without me…"
"Ha… no I doubt it."
There was a moment of silence as each man/mer pondered the woes of their life
The Bosmer half rose, "Well at least we can still journey together, that is…" Ferdain faltered "unless you'd prefer to go it alone…"
"Na, I never turn down good company… besides who else will put this stuff on my back!" they both chuckled, until falling into silence
"I'm so sorry about your friend, I wish there was something I could have done Ferdain…"
"Maybe you could help me make a delivery when we reach Senchal. It was sort of his last request... just think about it for now."
Across the room a similar conversation transpired,
"What are your plans?" questioned Azzy trying to sound casual,
"Find the nearest Guild Hall, and apply." Stated Novena matter of factly
"The Mages Guild in Elsweyr? You would likely find a couple in the river basin region, but never up here in the northern wastes."
Novena visibly deflated "Gods… maybe I could… ugh! How did I end up in this wasteland?"
Azzy attempted to hide he was grinning ear to ear, contemplating the fortunate turn of events in his life,
"You could come with me… well as an assistant that is. I'm headed east with a camp of rather easy going nomads, they claim to pass within a day trip from Leyawiin, I'm sure they have a Guild Hall there."
And it was agreed, 20 minutes later they all went out and breakfasted in front of a street vendor (on long shish kabobs of an incredibly sweet meat called Qutchi-Qu), who charged them nothing, saying he owed Azzy for removing a severe case of back acne. The streets of Four Points were just getting some life in them when the meal ended.
Each party talked about their destinations, said there farewells, and wished each other luck on their separate journeys, departing in two groups; one to the south, one to the east. As they left Ferdain and Elgard discussed how they planned to feed themselves on the journey. Meanwhile Azzy told Novena some of the finer points of Nomadic Khajiit culture.