1866-11-23: Inept! They're All Inept! Help!
Inept! They're All Inept! Help!
Summary: Shirlyn writes Viola asking for the priestess' assistance with her wounds. Or at least some conversation.
Date: 1866-11-23
Related: Anything Rikton Related
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Shirlyn  

To:

Viola  

A missive would arrive for Viola at the Monastery carried by Shirlyn’s guard Right.

Viola,

I am writing to request you come visit me, the healers here are all tied up with Emrys’ sister Claire at the moment. She’s had twins, and they’re loud, and this bump on the back of my head makes every sound split my head in two. There is no other healer I’d wish to help me anyway, at the very least I can trust you. I have imposed on you enough as of late, I know, but I would be grateful if you could come and have a look at my wounds.

I am told that I have a fever, though to not worry as it has less to do with the wound and more to do with me being shot in general. I don’t trust these buffoons to know any better, so I certainly wish to make sure. I know you are a healer of great renown, and perhaps you are busy helping others, but if it isn’t too much to ask would you come to the Tarris manse if only to visit.

~Shirlyn

The letter might’ve gotten a bit incoherent towards the end, but Shirlyn sands the thing from her perch on the bed and sends it off with Right to bring to the Priestess.


When Right returns, it is not with everything Shirlyn had hoped and sent for. What is handed over is a letter in return.

Shirlyn,

I fear that I shall not be able to make it to see you for a few days, as I had a slight mishap on the way to catch my breathen and reach our quarters. And Sir Havelock insists upon my resting to recover. Which, I might advise, don't ever try stopping a broadsword with your chest. Once I am permitted to move from my quarters, I shall come to see you.

I know that is not what you hoped to hear, nor is what I have sent a proper substitute. But I hope it is better than having a healer that is more focused upon the squalling new life you wrote of. The young woman is taught by my hand so will not try to inconvenience you more than is required. She should be able to tend to your wounds with skill. I have mixed the salves myself, and your man has a tea that will aid with the ache in your head. Though if you truly wish a bit of peace, you are welcome here at the monastery.

Try not to be to hard upon her, and I shall, with the One's Blessing, see you in a few days.

~Viola

Right will be able to report, if questioned, that Viola does have some serious injury. But pulled herself out of bed (under protest of /her/ healers) to provide the tea to him as well as the salves in the kit the young healer with him has.


The missives sent and received Monday were well received indeed. The girl sent to tend to Shirlyn's wounds came back unharmed and unaccosted in Left's escort.A few days later, Friday, a missive comes back to Viola.

Viola,

I have to say your poultices and salves have helped me immensely. The bump on the back of my head is gone, as is the cut there; and my ankle can now bare my weight, even if I have a slight limp for now. My ribs are still tender, but the wounds on my shoulder have knit together, even if they split if I over do it. However, just so, they are looking well healed indeed and the motion of my arm has come back to me. I'll need to get out and train soon, but I think I can now defend myself with moderate efficiency.

Right said your injuries were quite deep and angry indeed, I hope you are faring just as well as I have. Do come see me soon, alright?

Walk in the light of the One,

~Shirlyn

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