It wasn’t, of course. He took to fever not long after and was barely conscious most days. No physician in town could have helped. the best that could be done was have some potion concocted and Fallow would recover on his own. He never did. On the last day he was lucid, he had called out to her, and told her exactly why it was he lived here in a remote backwater town, and why it was he never got rid of his wooden mace for anything better. It was his weapon. More to the point, it was his family’s weapon, and he’d be damned if a Cloud Knight turned his back on his heritage, even if he retired from his work.