Simply Healing (Gregory)

[Mila]

Mila was exhausted. Word had managed to reach her in Lycia that one of her family had gotten ill so she pulled every string in her traveler's arsenal to get back home. One boat ride and several hundred wagon rides later she finally managed to reach Taras. Ugh.. Someone needs to invent a system of mass warping staffs to make traveling between the territories easier. She had told her companions that she'd be gone for about two months. Her arrival home wasn't warm. The Pot-Luck Inn and mercenary guild looked so empty.

Her "aunt" Anne, wife of the current owner explained that most of the young fighters that used to frequent the inn had been drafted into Eturia's army. Great. One more thing to fuss over. Anne was beautiful woman with short orange hair and freckles across her face. Light blue eyes and an expert with a bow and arrow. The sage was guided to a small table by the fire. Mila gave a small nod to the bartender. The man gave a soft wave back.

"Louie, Carl, and Briggs got drafted. They refused at first but well.. you know how crafty our government is. They threatened to take our property away... and If we weren't careful we'd be branded traitors by the state for our mercenary operations." Anne explained to Mila. She occasionally took a puff out of her pipe as she spoke. Smoking was an old habit for the sniper. Rumor was that the constant years of smoking were the reason why her voice was so.. manly.

"So how many of us are left here then?" Mila asked with a bit of a tiredness to her voice.

"Me, the kids, Julie, the old man, and Wedge. Oh and we finally got word from your brother. Seems like he ran into a bit of trouble in Sacae. But we now know he's alive and well."

"That jerk hasn't written home in five years. But.. I guess i'm glad he's fine." She spoke with some passive aggressive tone in her voice. She loved her twin brother dearly but it was things like lack of home communication that annoyed her.

"We will have time to catch up later. Right now you should go see the old Brian. He's the one who's sick. Who know's maybe this will be the illness that finally does him in." Anne let out a large puff of smoke out through her nose.

"Please.. no way Grandpa is dying to something like disease. He's too stubborn for that."

"True. True. Since, Carl's gone we had to put out a call for a healer to come see him. He should be arriving any day now." Mila sighed softly and got up. She made her way upstairs and towards the old man's room.

[Gregory]

After about a day, Gregory has finally reached Taras, a place where he was supposed to meet his patient named Brian.While he travelled through Etruria ever so often, he has never been to Taras before, so it was kind of an adventure to him. Besides, he liked visiting new lands where he had never stepped his foot in before. If distance between him and patient was not huge, he would not mind going on foot to stay healthy, but even if he got ill, it is not like he would not able to heal himself, after all, how can you help others if you cannot help yourself? However, he did got a bit tired now, but he didnt let fatigue discourage him from visiting his patient. He did use his staff for support if he got exhausted or had to traverse hills.

He strolled through landscape, making sure a satchel around his waist would not open and none of the medicine or herbs fall out. After several hours of walking, he finally entered the town where his patient resided in. He looked around for a house and finally found it according to instructions he was given. He knocked on the door and stepped inside as he looked around for a bit, only noticing orange haired woman. "Oh good day, if I am not mistaken, an old man named Brian is somewhere in here, isn't he?" He headed over to the woman curiously, thinking she might have an answer to his question.

[Mila]

As Mila trailed up the stairs to the bed rooms, another had entered the inn. Anne greeted the stranger in her usual manner until the gentleman introduced himself. Anne took a puff out of her pipe and blew the smoke up into the air.

"You the healer?" She asked in her normal voice.

"Brian's been bed ridden for weeks. Stuck in bed with an awful cough and chill. He's been complaining of chest pain too." Anne then made a motion with her head signaling where the stairs were. Mila went up to greet Julie the gran-daughter and get some general info. Fortunately Brian was asleep. And for the moment he looked peaceful. But the scattered remains of bloody cloth around his face told another story.

"He's been coughing up something. Sometimes its mucus.. some times it's blood. It's just all a mess. We feed him some broth when he's awake. Been forced to keep him upright like that with the pillows. He says he feels better like that." Julie explained and Mila sighed softly.

"All of this stuff Carl used to to take care of. I really hope the military is good to him." Mila was careful to put a mask on and some gloves. She did her best to make sure the old man was comfortable. Things seemed to be quiet for now. Juile left to wash up and tend to the other duties of the inn. Mila's gaze fell back down to the old man. He was thin and pale. He wasn't full of life like he usually was. His hair was the same as usual, a fluffy mess of grey and white strands. A mustache that reached down the sides of towards his chin. His beard a grizzled mess of tiny short hairs. It's so odd seeing him like this. My memories of him are of him down stairs telling stories.. and smacking all of the young men for ogling the girls.

As the day rolled on despite all of their best efforts the old man eventually passed away some time during the night. With the news that their eldest family member was gone the family was devistated to an extent. They all knew that this was going to happen eventually. After some light conversation with the healer Mila, eventually left his company to be with the remainder of her adoptive family. Mila spent a few weeks among her family and eventually left them too. after all she had a job to do back in Lycia.

End thread.

OOC- Sorry Gregory but it has been a while since your last sign in and I really need the slot to move on with another side project. If you want to do something else together in the future feel free to send me a pm.