Chapter 18 Chaos“You can rest here. The prayers I have placed on your wounds will take some time to a… soak in.” The priest sat back in a hard wood chair. Shariana was not sure what to do. Was the priest going to stay with her? Watch her sleep?
“Your wound is severe, Songweaver. How did you come about it?”
“We were attacked. Outnumbered by a large force.”
And you won the day, as they say.”
“I don’t know. I must have fainted from the wound. I don’t know what happened after that.” Shariana thought back, “I remember a beautiful green light.”
The priest leaned back and pulled a smoking pipe from her robes. “I remember a student we had once at seminary. A Gold Elf. She was from a town in the Great Forest; I can’t recall what its name is.” The woman began the process of loading and lighting
