Forced forward by the crowd, Alfrahil was pushed directly into the path of Lord Regna. His horse neighing in protest, the Lord reached for his riding crop, lashing Alfrahil across the face, cursing his very existence, having to be called from beating Alfrahil by his guards as they had an appointment to keep. Fortunately, Alfrahil was able to cover his eyes. Still, an angry weal formed under the mask, and several other blows upon his head, neck, and shoulders let themselves be known to Alfrahil, who winced under the pain.
As Lord Regna retreated, a wealthy merchant woman escorted by her guards approached Alfrahil, and she said, "I am sorry, sir, for your pain and terrible treatment from Lord Regna. While there is no cure for your condition, the balm can help with your recent injuries from
