15 On the Run
She used her last words before loosing conspicuousness to ask that this knife be brought to you." He spoke clearly and honestly, hoping not to upset the woman sitting before him.
The keeper then took the knife from him and examined it. "You know what I love about Ciall, she never comes back empty handed." She said while rising from her chair and going towards her study.
The man who was previously kneeling seemed disappointed at her response but then decided to continue on with his day.
The Keeper, was now in her study and began ordering Lucas around to get her various supplies. With the blood still fresh she had to work quickly in order for her magic to work.
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A carriage traveled down a bumpy unmaintained road. The four horses struggled to pull the very heavy carriage.
A very tall man sat next to a very small women guiding the horses down the road. The carriage was filled with trunks and bags so neither of them could sit in it. The pair talked quietly to each other about nothing in particular.
"Have you always lived in that cave?" Sionna asked Caith.
"Not my whole life, but I have been for a while," he said not making an effort to elaborate. "Where were you living?"
"In a den I made in the forest somewhere in that direction I believe." She answered him pointing into the woods.
"Sounds nice and warm." He said and Sionna nodded in agreement. Her cheeks turned a little red recalling last night when she curled up to him for warmth.
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In one hand the Keeper held a compass in the other she held a knife. Carefully she let a droplet of blood fall from the knife into the compass. It glowed an threatening blood red before the needle started spinning eventually stopping in a eastward direction.
The women looked down at the compass in her hand, a evil smile caressed her beautiful face.
She glanced at the glowing marks adorning her arms and thought to herself. 'I have been in need of a new pet.'
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The woman sitting on the carriage looked over the her right and saw a small house, next to a worn out red barn. She remembered the night that felt very long ago; however, it was actually only a few nights ago. She smiled sadly when she recalled being l caught trying to steal a potato for her garden. And that somewhere in the woods she was now riding past was her den and little gardens.
"Do you like to garden?" The man next to her asked.
"Yes," she answered her eyes twinkling with both sadness and happiness. As she watched two puppies playing in the sun in the front yard of the house until it disappeared from view.
The man next to her kept his focus on the road, he needed to get to the village before sun down.
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In the infirmary three people laid motionless on beds. Bandages were wrapped around a women's arm, a man's ear and another woman's torso was covered in bandages.
A nurse looked them over checking their vitals and marking it down on a clipboard.
The nurse moved from one to the next, finally she got to the goblin woman who was covered in the most bandages. When the nurse went to check her pulse the hand that was limp before grabbed her arm. Startled she looked into the dark eyes of the women who had a stressed expression on her face.
"The Keeper, did she get it?"
"Get what exactly?" The nurse said in shock.
"The knife, it was covered in the wolfs blood. She could make a tracking spell but it had to be fresh." Ciall started at the nurse with a burning intensity that made her insides squirm.
"I don't know, but I can go ask the lead healer," she said while backing away.
Ciall let go of the nurses hand and she quickly left the infirmary to go seek out someone. Someone could answer the goblin-human half breed with fearsome dark eyes.
"So that's why you almost died going for the knife," said a voice on the opposite side of Idris as Ciall.
"I never return from a mission empty handed." Ciall replied coldly.
"You almost didn't come back with your life," Demarcus laughed and coughed at his own joke. Though they were all given the antidote just in time it still took a toll on their bodies.
"I honestly didn't think I was going to wake up." Ciall said not reacting at all to his comments. Still staring at the ceiling she continued, "I am glad to hear you are doing great," she said with a smile that Demarcus couldn't see.
"The only time I have been better is when I am in a bed with a woman," he replied and coughed again. His lungs felt as though they had been filled with water. His whole body felt as if he had recently drowned and was brought back to life.
"Too bad no woman would want to be in your bed right now. The Bás Tapa is a nasty poison. Is this your first time getting a taste of your own medicine?" At Ciall's words Demarcus chuckled.
"I probably deserved it, besides it might be more fun to know what someone is going through the next time I poison them." He coughed again. "I think it will make the experience a lot more enjoyable on my part." At his last words he was thrown into a coughing fit.
"You know what I like about you Demarcus?" Ciall said with a cough.
"Hum?"
"You don't pretend to be a good person, you are always just your horrible self." She coughed completing her sentence and felt sleep tugging her back into its clutches. Demarcus laughed and coughed at her statement. Then they both laid there in silence lost in their own thoughts until sleep consumed them again.
