Janet
*The elf walked along obediently. At the battle site, all the wounded were gathered, the beastkins themselves were gathering their dead and wounded - four killed in the chaotic fighting, and three with severe wounds, with many more wounded in less severe way. Most of them are bandaging their fellow villagers with what they have on hand - mostly cloth and supplies they found on pack horses the elf did not bring with them.

The injured soldier said nothing, staring at her blankly, dazed in pain.*
Derek
*She removed her helmet and used her healing touch on her, her expression was calm and without ill intent, treating the wounded jaw with a soothing chill running down her chin and jaw, extending to her upper jaw and teeth as her face was slowly repairing back into shape*
*Twila closed her eyes, caressing the soldier's cheek as everything came into place*
*Her whispers of foresight wore off, returning her back into blindness, and the ice crystals around her eyes vanished*
Janet
*The soldier let out a sigh of relief, and then flopped back onto the ground, before a helpful Qua walked up to her, binding her hands with rope without any resistance from the soldier.*
*The Brayer's voice came from her right,*"We need you help. Three of us, hurt very bad, blood everywhere."
Derek
Twila: please... Guide me... I lost my eyes... 
*She rested her helmet under her armpit, trying to reach for his voice, taking slow steps towards him in a rather clumsy fashion, her milky, blue eyes hid her pupils*
Janet
*The Brayer looked a bit confused, not that Twila would know. He grabbed one of her arm with his big, firm hand, and led her away to the wounded carefully.*

"In front of you, three of them here." *He would put one of her hand on the Qua's unwounded arm.
Derek
*She followed without resistance, as they arrived, she kneeled and got a feel for the Qua, reaching for his life force and using her magic to cast another healing touch, closing the wounded body of the villager, closing her eyes as the cold feel of the magic traversed through him*
Janet
*The Qua's wounds healed, with his guts regenerating, leaving nothing but blood soaked cloth on his abdomen. He exasperated in delight. Then the Brayer laid her hand on another Qua. After his wound is healed - if she decided to heal him, he'd put her hand on a third*
Derek
*She did so as well with the last two, draining her strength as the wound closed, she fell to her side, having drained that much mana so quickly, her eyes started to twitch a bit, dropping her helmet and falling back under her weight, weak and tired by the fight and the draining of her magic*
Janet
"Let no call her magic, make she rest." *The Brayer said to another Qua. They started chattering with each other for a while, in their own language. After a few minutes, the Brayer attempted to pick her up on his back and carry her back to the village.*
Derek
*She was unresponsive, but still breathing, half asleep as she was carried on his back, with faint groaning and some twitching on her fingers, her cloak, helmet and sword still in the field, she was rather light considering she was wearing steel plate with an arming doublet underneath*
Janet
*The brayer carried her into the inn, and then rested her next to a warm fireplace. He took a large, oversized mug of small beer, with a handle befitting his hand's size, and then raised it to her mouth,*"You fine?"
Derek
*She coughed up a little under the flavor of alcohol*
Twila: no... Beer... Please... 
*Her voice was a bit of a dry whisper*
Twila: b-bed... Please... 
*She moved like a living rag doll, breathing softly, drifting off for moments*
Janet
*He put down the mug, and then got her a mug of clean water. He brought it inside a room in the first floor, and then set her down on it.*

"Sleep. Big Cup water next to you." *The room was nearly pitch dark, with no candle whatsoever.*
Derek
Twila: thank... Thee...
*She carefully reached for the glass, wrapping the leather strapped palm of her gauntlet around it and picking it up with some effort and shaky hands*
Janet
*The Brayer went off to organize the looting effort, leaving her in her room. Twila would be free to just relax, sleep and do whatever she like with no interruption until one hour later.*
Derek
*She spent the hour regaining her strength, struggling to stay awake, curling up in the bed, slowly the shaking vanished and her breathing normalized, relaxing her position and laying down her head*
Janet
*Someone knocked on top of her door. A rather gentle Qua man's voice came over from the other side. His voice is a bit cracked.*
"Do you eat meat?"
Derek
Twila: ah! Y-yes, yes I do... C-come in 
*She was feeling better, but her voice was still rather quiet since she was still a bit exhausted, she sat on the bed, letting her head hang a bit, she looked a bit like an elf, but her ears were rounded instead of pointed, as well as the foreign design of her armor*
Janet
"I will get you your food." *The Qua replied. Moments later, he opened the door, and then came in with a tray of food. Roast chicken meat with spices, plus a large, hearty pie, filled with lamb meat. And mug of water.*

"This is your food. Please rest good" *The Qua stated, before leaving her inside.*
Derek
Twila: thank thee...
*She gave a nod, smiling, taking her hand to her chest as he left, she turned to the food proper and spent the next few dozen minutes enjoying her meal with a side of the bread she brought with herself for the journey*
*A few hours pass and she had figured out how to remove her armor and arming doublet, with a bit of struggle and muscle memory, wearing a top and underwear under the hotter temperature she was unaccustomed to, she had fallen asleep after finishing her meal, resting in a deep sleep*
Janet
*The next morning after the sun rose, a Brayer would knock on her door, assuming she has not been awoken by the sunlight already.*
Derek
*She groaned a bit, waking up slowly and resting her head on her hand, rubbing her eyes and shaking her head, before sitting up and moving her hair out of the way*
Twila: y-yes?
*She asked, yawning and stretching her arms and back*
Janet
*The Brayer was holding a heavy bag in one of his hand.*
"The headman very happy you save us, he give you many elf release money and this." 

*He said, setting down a... Somewhat repugnant smelling jar.*
Derek
Twila: o-oh! Thank thee, I am happy to aid 
*She took her hand to her chest and gave a bow, smiling, casting her whispers of foresight to better see what he had brought, catching up to the smell and letting out a slightly awkward sigh*
Twila: that s-smell... What is it?
Janet
"It is the best spices mix of our village. It is worth a lot and make savoury dishes." *He set down the heavy bag on the table too.*

"This is many many money, we let the men from city take elves for release money." *If she opened up the bag, she would find almost twenty gold coins inside. A princely sum.*
Derek
Twila: oh! Thank thee, uhh... Mind if I ask thee a query?
*She looked up, moving her hair aside*
Janet
"..Query?" *The Brayer seems to be confused by her speech.*
Derek
Twila: a question if thou would, yes?
*She tried her best to avoid using northern common, but struggled with it*
Janet
"...Question, yes, you may ask?" *The Brayer finally understood what she meant.*
Derek
Twila: the equipment I left in the field... My cloak, helmet and sword, did you get them back? And did you guys keep any knife ear weapons?
*She struggled with the language a bit but was getting the hang of it*
Janet
"Ah, yes, I will get it for you. We kept all weapons we took from them. Please, come with me." *The Brayer instructed. He would bring her to the village's armoury, where the equipments she dropped in the field were cleanly stacked in the corner. A bunch of breastplates and looted weapons and armour, along with the elf's silken shirts and pants were also in the armoury.*
Derek
*She picked up her bag of silver coins and followed behind him in her attire, knowing she wouldn't be seen as out of the ordinary in so little clothing out here in the tribe*
Twila: Are some up for trade?
*She asked, thinking about what she might need for the travels ahead, entering the room and looking at the weapons, looking for polearms, warhammers and bucklers in case she might need them*
Janet
"You may take some free. It is fair. Gratitude for you help." 
*There were no bucklers around, but there were plenty of spears, two pollaxe, a short-handled, 0.6m long warhammer, and several well made steel flanged maces in the room.*
Derek
Twila: thank thee...
*She picked up a poleaxe and the warhammer, considering if she really needed both a mace and warhammer, since she already had a mace and it would add extra weight, so she opted to just take the poleaxe and put back the warhammer, looking for any shabbards (back scabbards) the elves might have had*
Janet
*Unfortunately, it seems back scabbards were very uncommon. There were some loose straps laying around, but the weapons were probably just carried in a cart or their hands.*
Derek
*She sighed and shouldered her poleaxe, turning to the Brayer and giving him a smile*
Twila: thank thee, this will do me well in my travels, just one final thing however
Janet
"Yes?" *The brayer asked, wondering what request she still has left.*
Derek
Twila: I want to commission a custom build if thou wouldn't mind, from a textile worker and a carpenter yes?
*She rested the butt of her polearm on the ground so she didn't carry the full weight*
Janet
"A... Custom build?" *He scratched his horn.*
"Textile... Carpenter? We having of village blacksmith and woodworker. But what of you wanting?"
Derek
Twila: a back scabbard for my sword, my travels have been rather unquiet with my blade hanging from my belt, besides, I know a design a scholar made that works well for my type of work 
*She smiled, tiling her head a little*
Janet
*The brayer scratched his skull again. He has never heard of this request.*
"Me bring you to wood work man." *He brought her to a local carpenter, who seems to be snacking on some beef jerky.*

"O-mph. Yes, what is issue?"
Derek
Twila: I want to commission you to build a custom design, or maybe once you're available 
*She weighted her bag of silver, she was getting better at using regular common*
Twila: would you mind bringing my sword please?
*She turned to the brayer*
Janet
*The Brayer brought Twila her sword after a while. He didn't seems to mind servicing this foreigner (for now)*

*The carpenter turned toward her,*"Ah, custom design. It not everyday you see foreigner walk into small village and ask me for design. No no, they go to city for that. What is you need?"
Derek
Twila: a back scabbard for my sword, I could aid in the construction if you need
Janet
"Ahh... A..Back scabbard." A *VERY* Strange request he's never heard of.

*He turned around and took a whiff from some sort of strange, metallic tube, and then shuddered a bit.*

~~"Per chance, is that design made by Grand Master Shadiversity of New Salvainia?"~~

"Please show me the design."
Derek
Twila: of course 
*She took out a folded page with a drawing divided in 3 sections, a bottom part with the shape of a strange paddle, a thin middle section with the shape of a blade and a cut out at the start of the flareout, and a cover that had the full shape of the blade, it also indicated a strap and internal padding*
Janet
*The carpenter looked at the plan,*"That'll be twenty silver, I will work on it. I give you this evening, after I let the leatherman finish it, OK?" 

*He asked*
Derek
*She nodded and made two piles of silver 10 coins each*
Twila: thank you, your neighbor will bring my sword soon so you may make the measurements needed 
*She smiled*
Janet
*The Brayer ended up bringing the sword to the carpenter. After a while, he finished making the wooden scabbard, and sent it to the leatherworker for finishing work. By evening, the carpenter would be working on other projects again, waiting for her to come by and pick up her goods.*
Derek
*The day passed uneventfully and she came around, dressed only in her arming doublet and cloak, making her way back to the carpenter smiling*
Twila: ah! I see you were waiting for me, sorry I took so long I was patrolling to make sure the knife ears weren't around
Janet
"No worry, you have been very helpful." *The carpenter handed her her wood scabbard. It was very well made for a village carpenter, and had a near perfect fit for her.*
Derek
Twila: oh my! It is a beauty! Thank you!
*She was rather excited to use it, untying her cloak and folding it on her arm, strapping the scabbard to her back, the hilt of her sword poking over her shoulder, she was glimmering with joy, in her own calm and gracious way*
Janet
*The carpenter smiled, looking at Twila glimmering with joy.*
"I happy you like the new back scabbard. But is weird design, why?"
Derek
Twila: oh! Allow me to demonstrate
*She turned around and gripped the sword with her right hand, pulling it up slightly and leveraging to the side, the tip of the blade coming out through the side of the opening, she then slid her blade inside the scabbard and locked it into place*
Twila: easy back draw and stow, and since it's on my back it's more secure now than a belt scabbard when I'm adventuring 
*She turned back around, still smiling, surprised with the fit and how secured the blade was*
Janet
*The Qua seems to be very impressed by the design and its functionality*
"Hmm... Never think put scabbard on back useful. Maybe this is." *He commented on himself.*
"Very helpful, maybe one tribeman want one of these."
Derek
Twila: keep the copy of the drawing, it's my gift of thanks, your people might need it one day, for now I must get going, thank you again 
*She smiled taking a step back*
Janet
*He nodded, waving good bye to her, letting her leave the village. The Brayer would be standing guard at the armoury if she decided to go out, and wave good bye to her too.*
Derek
*She waved back and entered the inn, in her room, she carved two small holes in her cloak before dressing up in her full suit of armor, putting on her cloak before fitting the belt of her back scabbard through them and tightening it, strapping her shield over it, hanging her mace on her belt and picking up both the old scabbard and the poleaxe*
*She came out after a few minutes and made her way back to the Brayer, lifting her visor and holding her old scabbard*
Twila: well, I must continue my own path... Here... Take this, a gift so you may remember me... 
*She gave a kind smile, resting her weight on the butt of the poleaxe, extending her old scabbard to him*
Janet
*The brayer waved to her, taking the scabbard,*"Much thanking for your kindness, stranger. Me and village will always remember you."
*The brayer said. The group of children she met earlier waved her goodbye, chanting.*
"Knight! Knight! Knight! Knight!"
Derek
*She gave a bow to the people, honored to serve, before resting her poleaxe on her shoulder and turning around to continue her journey, making her way through the fields, her cloak flowing with the wind as she walked into the horizon, having turned from a simple traveling squire into the heroine of these people with a heart full of confidence and a smile on her face*
Janet
~~A bunch of robbers appear out of nowhere to ambush you~~
*Twila left the village without any problems. On her way out, a few farmers out in the field waved at her cheerfully, grateful for her help. Twila's reputation amongst the village has improved, and with time, some of the people in town would've heard tale of a knight in shiny armour saving the villagers. Though the tale is easily forgotten in this adventurer-filled land, Twila will remain the village's champion for some time to come.*
Derek
*She waved back at them, reaching the outskirts of the forest by nightfall, she dropped her visor, locking it into combat position and recasted her whispers of foresight, pulling out her shield and tightening it to her arm before entering the forest, poleaxe at her shoulder and shield at her side*

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