“Monk? Monk Urberer, are you alright,?” a sweeting sounding voice came to his ear as he felt hands shake his body. He did not know how long it had been, but he realized he had been unconscious again. He blinked his eyes open slowly and above him, he saw a woman, with brown eyes staring back down at him. The spirit in the eyes shined vigoursouly as he came to. She placed a gloved hand warmly on his chest and lips coated with a plum pink color parted into a warm smile.
Who is this beauty? He thought to himself. He was simply struck by her appearance? No. It was not that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He had seen many in his day serving the lands, especially the wealthy who had the money to invest in their looks in all manners of magical means. She did not looked touched by magic. Her features were simple, high cheek bones, but a little stronger than he’d expect, like a woman who’d worked with her hands before or had an adventurous outdoors streak.
He couldn’t place it. Was it the energy in her eyes. The softness and concern of her voice? Was it the simple point that someone who wasn’t an old comrade cared? He wasn’t quite sure. But he knew whatever it was, he welcomed it.
“Good, you’re coming too.”
He went to go speak, but couldn’t get the words out. His mind seemed to be working, but his body was sluggish and didn’t seem to want to respond. He looked around the best he could. He definitely was in the upper mid-town. How’d he got so far? Why it was now daylight, and why he couldn’t get his body to respond, he didn’t know why. His eyes started to feel heavy. He tried to force words out, to tell them to give him one of the many potions he had under his cloak, but all that came out were grunts.
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The woman’s expression darkened as her well manicured eyebrows angled down. “Oh, he doesn’t seem to be well. It would be a dishonor to my family’s name to leave him out in the street like this unattended.”
She patted him softly on the chest as she rose, allowing him to see a woman decked in simple, but expensive clothes that hugged just a little more tightly in some areas than would be common. She wore all manner of jewelry. The gems were small, but the crafting style, specifically elven, meant high coinage. As she stepped back he could see in view several men dressed in armor looking down at him.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly, “I’ll take care of you.”
The words seemed to stay in his head for a moment longer. He couldn’t figure out why and before his mind could try to question any more, his eyes focused started to blur. All he heard then was “Gentlemen, please place him into my carriage. We will care for him at my estate,” a pause, as if to make a point clear “privately.”
He felt strong hands lifts his body up into the air and then move him horizontally. His final thoughts before all went black was, only one person I know who’d have not just the wealth, but willingness to have a carriage on this little island. The merchant princess … Rivashel Hali.