Wendie
Ludmilla Monette
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

Ludmilla brought her horse over to the stable, petting it when she let it out of its tie. She smiled, smelling the freshness of the familiar forest air. Then she redirected her attention to the grazing sheep, she went over and refilled their food with the bags she had next to the fence in a closed container. With that done, she put her hands on her hips, accomplished, and went to go inside. 

Once Ludmilla opened the door, she saw Mozi'ach and the new guard, Joel, helping him with the wound. It looked bad, she ran to the kitchen and poured some water over some rags, bringing them over to help. She watched with a grimace as the arrow was cut out.
Nicholas
Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

The arrow was cut out, and the wound was being bandaged. Mozi'ach kept up a strong expression, even though barbed arrows were painful.

"Those... Bandits will leave us for now... SHITE!" He curses to himself as Joel rubbed in a herb poultice into the wound. Joel rolled his eyes, before patching it up with a thick bandage. *"Now stop being a baby, Mozi. You've handled being operated on in Terresol to get a spearhead out of your gut. You can handle an arrow."* 

Mozi'ach scoffed, punching Joel playfully. "Get the food, don't want this lady to feed two burly men!" He laughed, before sighing. "I expected trouble, albeit thinking it would be wolves."
Wendie
Ludmilla Monette
Ludmilla's Home, Azarya

Ludmilla wringed her hands together, watching, and then nodded. "I usually don't get much trouble around here, most of them know me and won't threaten me, unless they're from out of town." She walks over to the furnace, the pot of stew there as she expected. 

"Don't worry about the food, it's no trouble!" She got the fire starter and a knife, lighting the fire to heat up the stew. Once the fire was lit, she set the pot above it to heat. "That should be done soon, no trouble at all." She smiled, putting a hand to her hip. "All we get at night here are wolves, comin' for the herd, but if I hear anything I'll go out to scare 'em away." She thought about her own protections, here, how she'd set everything up, and felt it was nice, it was good. Ludmilla really was quite proud of herself. 

Ludmilla went to the cupboard and took out some fresh bread, slicing it on the counter. She brought some over to the two sitting by the door, in her entryway across from the kitchen. The entryway had two benches with hand sewn cushions and a bookshelf to the side of the door, the kitchen was very primitive but enough to get by with. On the opposite wall to the front entrance was a single door, and the wall with the benches had another door, quite similar to all the others. It looked quite handmade. The walls were decorated with hand woven tapestries, images of all sorts of nature scenes and even ones of the city. The rug on the floor was very colorful, and also seemed to be woven by Ludmilla. She obviously used her own handiwork to provide comfort for her life.