There was some wounded fella who showed up at the Ragged Maiden recently, wasn’t there? Some loud-mouthed man bangin’ away and screamin’ about some sorta healin’ help. Let’s figure out who that guy is before we jump back into the legal incident with the Constabulary.

“Aye and who might you be then?” Blom asked the hurt man, who was now stretched out in one of the Ragged Maiden’s upstairs rooms.

“Don’t recall needing conversation, innkeep,” rasped the traveller. “Unless it involves you talking to the wall downstairs while I sleep up here. Thanks.” He laboriously rolled onto his side and put his back toward Blom.

“Fair enough,” answered Blom. “Poultices and whatnot are on your stand as ya need ‘em.”

The man groaned his gratitude and Blom backed out of the room. He shut the door and stood in the hallway. He just stood there. Stood there like a guy who didn’t know what to do next, so he sighed invisibly and limped back down the stairs, past the common room, and back behind the counter where he did most of this thinkin’. Mayhap in the mornin’ he could converse with the man and find out a lil’ more, find out what he’s doin’ out here in the Assol Outlands and how he got hurt so bad, and MOST importantly why he came to the Ragged Maiden instead of seekin’ out the town healers.

Gilba Gilba’s Healin’ Center For Hurtin’ Folk wasn’t the most advanced medical facility in the land but the docs there did their jobs and did their jobs well, so it puzzled ol’ Blom Blomgrin that the guy never once asked for one of them docs. Why was he comin’ to the Ragged Maiden? Actually Blom knew why but explainin’ it to you the reader is another matter.