The next morning, whale Wallkery was still sleeping. Maradith had taken her to the cot after she had fallen asleep the night before, she sent her pigeon with news to the village elders with a massage.

Late in the afternoon, Wallkery was sitting in the sun on a small bolder that rested at the edge of a small hill at the border of the woods, off to her right a small path snaked up from a crack in the woods up to the cottage that belonged to the healer. A few scattered trees reminded anyone that came that they were still in the forest but it was clear enough to give you a taste of security.

Maradith leaned against a tree a little ways away watching her patient and debating her choices, she hoped she had made the right choice but she also knew that once the men left to chase after the bandits that her parents would go out again with them, they couldn’t really stop her. Also, Wallkerys notoriety had gone up since beating up Bill Handson, one of the best fighters, and that was when she was wounded.

As Maradith stood there she saw the village elders come walking up the path towards her home. Still standing she watched to see when Wallkery would notice the men. It only took a moment, after she saw the elders she turned sharply and almost fell seeing Maradith watching her.

Catching herself she walked over to the hut, Maradith watched her walk to the cottage. As the elders passed she followed them in. later that evening after everyone had rested, the elders and the woman sat around the fire in the clearing outside of the hut.

A kind gentle old man, who seemed to be the oldest there set his hand on her shoulder and spoke softly. “Now my dear, we would like to hear what happened in your village. Maradith told us that there were survivors and that you can tell us what happened.”

Calming herself Wallkery started to relive the events of the night. and explained the strategies of the brutes. By the time she was done, it was well after moon high, and it was hours before anyone went to bed. Telling the tale had shaken Wallkery to an extreme, and that knight she fell asleep in Maradiths arms again having cried herself to sleep. The healer couldn’t help but wonder if she had made the right choice.