The second they were gone, she was moving. Sitting up, she gained her bearings, glancing around the shop. Miracle of all miracles, she found herself in an apothecary of some sort. She could see all manner of herbal supplies around her.<br/><br/>Getting out of the box was extremely difficult. Her left leg was burning where the sword had split it open straight to the bone, and she couldn't seem to put any weight on it at all. Finally, she managed to get herself out of the box by draping her good leg over the edge and rolling her weight up onto her arms. This was a bad idea, however, because her bad leg was then left inside the box. She had no way to finish climbing out other than to drop to the floor with a painful thump. When she finally regained her feet, she was teetering dizzily. Herbs. She needed herbs. Dragging her leg behind her, she hopped to the supplies and began clumsily sorting through them. She knocked almost everything she touched over, leaving the items in complete disarray. Finally, however, she found the ones she'd been looking for. After grinding a few herbs with a mortar and pestle, she added a bit of oil, then scraped the resulting pasted into a cup, which she filled with water. Muttering under her breath, she focused on the water and it began to boil. The temperature didnt' seem to bother when she chugged the concoction. Some color returned to her cheeks and she shook her head.<br/><br/>Dropping the cup, she let it fall to the floor and looked around. There was a sack lying close by. She filled it with things she would need to treat her wound, and any other items she found useful, and hobbled to the door. Panting, she wiped at her clammy brow before pulling the door open a crack to make sure the coast was clear. Once she was sure no one was about, or at least thought she couldn't see anyone, she pulled the door open the rest of the way and hobbled out onto the street.<br/><br/>===================================================<br/><br/>Kell opened his mouth to speak as the answer was given, but found his response interrupted by the woman's approach. Something was fishy about her. He watched her move around the table, noting the way she sniffed a couple of them. Whatever she was observing from them, he knew he couldn't trust her. This was a conversation that couldn't happen with her around. The moment she moved away to talk to the kid, who he noted had not obeyed his instruction to go home, he fixed his gaze on the traveler.<br/><br/>"There is a time and a place for everything, my friend. This is neither for what you have intended. I'll have someone find you later to provide information of a rendezvous."<br/><br/>No sooner were his words complete, than his companion spoke from the back of the room, moving closer to the table as he did. "Morrow!! A round for everyone. Seems we've got a party here! Lets wet the travelers' whistles!"<br/><br/>Kell grinned and laughed easily, nodding to an empty chair, which his friend swung into place beside Kell and occupied. When the table was nicely surrounded by complete strangers, Kell had learned, it was a good time to focus on trivial silliness.<br/><br/>"An' oi'm sure we've all got a bushel o' stories ta tell, aint we?" he nudged his companion, then grinned around the circle. "Now... who'll be tellin' the first tale, I wunder..."