Using her boat to sail down the river to Seleny Charleen kept looking back at Zar, "It's going to alright Zar, just hang in there."
*Whine*
It felt like they were sailing for hours before they reached Seleny, but once there Charleen docked the boat and headed into the city to find a doctor. She ran through the streets still drenched from her jump until she finally found the dwelling of the main physician. She remembered that this man helped out Zar before whenever he'd get sick, which was rare, but still memorable.
She barged through the door, tired and out of breath, "Doctor Randof, I need your help, please!"
The doctor was sitting at his table playing a game with his two assistances before he heard Charleen ram through the door yelling for help, "Slow down girl. What is it?"
"It's Zar, he's hurt, you have to help him."
"And what about you?" Now looking at the exhausted girl, now seeing the burns in her clothing and singes on her hair. Her face was covered in black dust; she had a reddish flush to her face, meaning that she had been bumped in the back of her head, hard, at some point in time. She was not at all looking her best and this worried the Doctor, "I must say, you don't look to good yourself."
"I'll be fine, but Zar really needs your help! Have your assistance carry him back here I'll show you where he is."
"Very well my dear." The doctor looked to his two assistances, "Up men, we have work to do."
The four left the building as quick as they could, running to the river that bordered one side of the city to find Zar laying a boat whining.
*Whine…*
"It's going to be alright Zar, Doctor Rand is here."
*Whine…*
"What did she call him?" asked one of the assistance.
"It doesn't matter. Now help me lift."
The two assistance lifted Zar onto a stretcher making sure to not cause him any pain. Then the four carefully carried him back to the medic's home.
Upon arriving Charleen saw three men leaving the hospice. Each of them was carrying something but she wasn't sure what.
"Hey, you three! What do you think you're doing? Stop!"
The three men quickly stared at her then ran from the scene.
"I said STOP!"
Doctor Randof ran inside to see what the thieves had stolen, finding that all his medical supplies and money had been taken. "They took my supplies, without it Charleen I won't—" But Charleen was already out of the building running after the thieves.
She chased them all the way to their assumed hide out and stopped right at the entrance to pick up a stone.
The three men turned around only to see a stone about the hit one of them in the head.
"Damn it! That hurt you stupid girl!"
"I told you to stop! Now give me back all that stuff!"
The tallest thief then looked to her with a smile, "And what is Little-Miss-Princess going to do about it."
The shortest thief laughed, "Yeah, kill us?"
The three thieves laughed once more amused at Charleen's act of valor.
"Oh I will, you nimrods."
"Oh really," said the middle sized one, the three then dropped their goods and took out their weapons, "you just signed your life away girl—"
Another stone hit the middle one's head this time knocking him out. The other two looked to him in surprise and when they looked back to Charleen she was already in front of the tallest one just a second away from punching him in the guts. And she did. Hunching over from the blow gave Charleen another opportunity to hit him with her elbow in the back of the head knocking him to the ground. Charleen then stole the tallest one's weapon from his grip and slashed the middle sized man, in the neck, ultimately killing him. The tallest man again tried to stand but was still hunched over from the blow. Charleen heard his grunting and quickly spun around to chop his head off with his own sword.
With the two tallest dead Charleen looked to the smallest thief now noticing what he truly was. He was an elf, and he was ready to kill her. She charged at the final thief stopping right in front of him to dodge his swing then, with the elf still retracting main hand sword to make room for his backhand swing Charleen spun around him and slashed his achilles. The elf fell to his knees and dropped his weapons groaning in pain. Charleen then walk up to his face and kicked the weapons away from his hands. She then knelt down and glared at him straight in the eyes.
"Do you know why you're going to die, other than for this?" The elf just looked up at her in pain, and Charleen smiled, "It's because of what my servant, Boa, did to me." The then immediately slit the elf's throat and stood. Looking down at the bodies she whispered, "So now you know who to blame for your death." Other than your idiotic selves. Charleen then looked through the other bodies, what was left behind, and what was in the thieves' hideout. This ought to be useful, she grinned.
Back at Randof's hospice the doctor was trying his best to make sure that Zar was comfortable, in hopes that Charleen would be back soon with his supplies, "I hope Charleen is alright…"
Before the doctor could finish his thought the door to the hospice opens, and in comes Charleen, covered in blood, with multiple bags, many of which containing the doctor's supplies.
"Here you go doctor." She grunted as she set down some of the loot before him. "This is everything they stole." And more.
The doctor looked at his bloodied friend in astonishment, "How did you get these back?"
"I told them to give it back."
"Oh…I'm sure you did." he said with uncertainty and noticing all the blood stains on Charleen's dress, "You should go clean yourself up now."
Only hearing the sound and not the content of the doctor's statement Charleen turned to leave the building, "I have to go get something first."
"But Charleen—" but she was out of the building before he could finish.
With some of the bags she 'found' Charleen went to the most experienced blacksmith in the city. Once she entered the smithary the blacksmith's assistant gave the young lady a curious look.
"What can I get for you ma'am."
Charleen glared at him, "Armor, best in defense lightest in weight, and the best Long sword you can make."
The blacksmith got up from his workbench and walked over to Charleen, "And who should we be fitting this armor to my lady?"
"Me."
The blacksmith just looked down at her then to his assistant, "Now what would a—"
"Listen!" glared Charleen as she grabbed the blacksmith's collar, "I have a score to settle with someone. Now I have what you need to make my armor and weapon, so just make it." She cringed, "And you'd better not mess it up," she said as she turned to leave the building, after that she leaving a down payment and her measurements for the armor, "Because I'll be able to tell."