Doing as asked, Ian removed his armor and garments for the priests to do their work. The healing was straightforward, and though it took some time, it was still over quicker than it would have healed naturally. He thanked the priests for their work and went to grab his armor, when a familiar sound rang through the halls of the church.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Ian!”</span><br/><br/>That rumbling deep, yet feminine voice could only come from one other soul. It seems Sheema had returned as well. Making his way through the familiar corridors, Ian continued his search for his friend. The loud roar of his name could only reasonably come from one source, and he'd find her soon enough he was sure. Passing a few more rooms in the infirmary, the sight before him confirmed his inner dialogue. "Sheema, I see you've had an interesting day as well?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Just as she was about to insist rather forcefully that they release her Ian appeared. "My friend!" she roared. "I had the most interesting day and earned myself some new friends!" there was no hiding the excitement in her voice as she tried to sit up but the priests kept her lying back.</span><br/><br/>"Those friends didn't put you in this condition I hope?" He said with slight worry, but only due to the unfamiliarity with her culture. "What DID happen to you anyway? I see no serious wounds to warrent the priests holding you here. Poison perhaps?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Some creature bit me," she remarked with a growl at the priests. "I went on a hunt with my new friends and took down such a beast! It killed their friends and would have been trouble for everyone, but I helped track it down then together we killed it."</span><br/><br/>"Bit you say? It seems our days were'nt too far apart aside from their setting. If it's anything like my wound it shouldn't take but a moment." He smiled. the sight of the beast woman cowed by priests was amusing to say the least, and Ian may have let that show just a little.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"My current state is not humerous, Ian. Why do you smile when these men are intent to keep me lying down instead of up and discussing with you the details of our day?"</span><br/><br/>"They mean no harm and you know it Sheema. Have some patience." Even so it was taking a rather long time for them to do their healing. "Good clerics, my own wounds did not take this long, I'll ask you not hold my friend longer than you have to." He gave a wry smile once more to Sheema, waiting for the cleric's to finish their work.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Once they were done she was more than happy to get up and check herself over. "I have had worst bites than this one and yet they think that I was just going to die. I don't understand these human customs of your's," she remarked as she gathered her gear. "Let's get something to eat I am starving," she remarked eager to leave this room of annoyance.</span><br/><br/>"Poison is a popular tool for seedier humans. The clerics are trianed to take it very seriously. Never know if it's lethal or not until it's been purged." Leading the way out of the chapel Ian headed towards town central. "I'm still on duty technically, so to the inn. I can do my rounds and you can tell me all about your new friends."