Nicholas
Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

He nodded, Joel coming back with two loaves of bread and set it down, before going to Ludmilla, he whispers something that Mozi'ach couldn't hear. *"It's strange of him, to be this... Open. He's not the social type at all. I think you got past his shell without realizing it!"* He chuckles, before beginning to cut the bread, and asked for butter. 

"Stew's always good with a piece of bread to dump in it, ha." He stood up wearily, eyeing the tapestries. He smiles fondly, he always admired artworks, the few finer things he can enjoy in life, besides a good tea.
Wendie
Ludmilla Monette
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

Ludmilla smiled warmly at the words from Joel. It felt good to be able to connect with someone, especially if they didn't usually talk much about themselves. She felt lucky, very lucky. Even if the executioner's job did sound and look quite frightening in the first moments, she had found that Mozi'ach himself was a kind person who had gone through a lot of hardship in his life. Ludmilla went over and grabbed the butter from the dish on the counter, along with a small blunt knife. 

"Yes, it'll warm ya up for sure." She wiped her hands on the front of her shirt, and went over to stir the stew again. It looked as if it was getting warm enough by now, with steam coming up from the top. She picked it up and brought it to the counter, and then grabbed 3 bowls from the cabinet. She had to dust two of them off, she didn't often have company. It was nice, she found, to cook for people other than herself. Grabbing the ladle, she served herself some and went to sit down on one of the benches. "It's ready for you," She gestured to the two men and to the pot with a warm smile.
Nicholas
Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

Joel helped Mozi'ach along, then both served themselves some stew, buttering two slices for themselves and dunking it into the stew, eating. Joel stood at the table, while Mozi'ach strode and sat next to Ludmilla. "Wonderful stew, I have to say. It rivals the meals they serve in Irongate."

Joel chuckled, as if he heard a joke. When Mozi'ach asked, he just waved it off.
Wendie
Ludmilla Monette
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

Ludmilla slurped some of her soup, drinking from the rim of the bowl. She wasn't worried much about manners, not her style, really. "Thank you, it's just something I threw together the other day," She had a bite of bread dipped in stew. Looking around, the light was growing dimmer. She would have to light some candles soon, she supposed. Ludmilla wasn't quite sure what Joel was laughing at, either. She supposed it might be how Mozi'ach was acting around her. She smiled. 

"So, do you have a permanent home, then?" She asked, wondering if they are always on the road or get to stay somewhere for part of the year.
Nicholas
Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

"My permanent home is somewhere in Azarya. Secluded town, about two or three days travel from here." He ate slowly, savoring a good meal. "I come home around summer and spring. Touzan and Guzan comes to visit too. My mentor used to..." He shook his head. "But he is dead now, a backstabbing liar." He sighs.

He finished his stew just as he munched on the last of bread. He stood up and set the bowl down on the table, Joel was also done, and had settled down on a bench and drifted off. He would be the night shift, so he had to get some shut eye.
Wendie
Ludmilla Monette
Ludmilla's House, Azarya

Ludmilla nodded. "That sounds nice, I suppose that must be when the execution cycle slows?" She laughed at her joke. Though, she supposed it wasn't so much of a joke if that's how his life really went. The things he would say about his mentor were slightly concerning, how he was trained by someone who, apparently, had to be killed for the things he had done. Ludmilla also sipped on the hot stew, making her way to the bottom of it. 

She got up and went to the counter, setting the stew back by the furnace for another night. She got the bowls and placed them in the washing basin for the morning. She put the rest of the bread back away in a cabinet, and got out the candles from around the room, lighting them from the fire in the furnace and then setting them back down. It gave the room an erie glow, with the flickering lights. Standing with her hands on her hips, looking around at the room, she announced, "I'm going to get the blankets, I'll be right back." 

Ludmilla disappeared behind the door closest to the front door, and when she came back had taken her cloak off and was carrying a stack of woolen blankets. She placed one down on the table, and payed one over the sleeping Joel. "I hope these should be enough."
Nicholas
Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

"Aye, it'll do." He took one blanket gently, before grumbling. He wipes at his brow and sighed. He stripped himself of his tunic, lazily throwing the blanket at the chair, He was heavily built, arms and chest rippling with muscles. Scars pelted his body, including a large one tracing from his shoulder and down to his hip in a diagonal line. 

He undid his messy man bun, he settles down under the covers and sighed. He silently thanked her, before turning to his side and tried his best to sleep. 

Joel woke soon after.
Wendie
Ludmilla Monette
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

Ludmilla watched, and felt bad for him, having his shoulder hurt so badly. He did seem to have gotten hurt a lot in his time, however, judging from the scars. She took her spear from where it rested on the wall by the front door, dried with blood, and went into the same door as earlier, her bedroom. She herself went to bed after washing her face and hands, placing the spear against the wall, and brushing out her hair from its plait. She went to sleep in her bed after a while. 

Through the night, Ludmilla was happily not awoken by wolves, and slept soundly. She woke and dressed in her normal trousers and cotton top, and went out the side door to tend to her sheep. She had to herd them all to feed and water, as well as measure their wool. It wasn't quite ready to be sheared today. She would be outside when the two men awoke.
Nicholas
Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

He wakes, sitting up and yawning. Throwing on his tunic and folding the blanket neatly. He went outside to the horses and began to feed and groom them. Then, he began to cough. Joel was already running to his side, feeling his forehead and sighs. *"Sick? Now? Has your wound become infected?"* He undid the bandages and inspected the injury closely. Swollen and red. 

Joel sighs, helping Mozi'ach back into the home. *"He will have to stay here, while I get a doctor from the next town over."* He puts a saddle on one horse, feeding it. Joel already had porridge, courtesy of Ludmilla herself. And was off. Mozi'ach was burning up, and breathing heavily.
Wendie
Ludmilla Monette
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

When Ludmilla came back inside and saw Mozi'ach sitting on the chair looking miserable and sickly, she rushed to the wash basin and got a cold wet towel. She shrugged off her cloak and pressed the towel to his hot, sticky forehead. "My, you've gotten a really bad sickness, I hope it isn't this bad for long, have you eaten yet?" She asked, she got quite concerned when people were sick, she began to act like a mother. 

"It did look quite bad when Joel was cutting it out, may I?" She asked, before pulling down the side of his tunic to look at the wound, all swollen and pus-filled. Ludmilla grimaced. It looked awful, and quite infected, like Joel had said. She supposed the two must have a lot of experience with injuries, if they were on the road most of the time. She sat across from him on the bench, leaving him to hold the cold cloth to his head.
Nicholas
Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

He wheezed, slipping in and out of conscience. He can barely hold himself up. He wipes at his forehead with the cool towel. He coughs again, before grabbing at his shoulder. The entire area was feverishly hot and burns to the touch. He nearly fell off of the chair.

Joel wouldn't be coming back in two hours. 

And Mozi'ach needed the medicine, more than ever. It didn't help the fact that he had to be on the road today, and how he drained his energy yesterday with magic.

What a twist of fate.