"Barty," he called after him before sighing. "Damnit," he said, running back into the inn, finding Nathan knelt by Ariadne's still form. "Let's me through," he said, placing hand on her forehead and wincing at the heat coming off it. "Nathan, find our other guest, tell her we need her<em>now</em>."<br/><br/>"She said she didn't want to be disturbed," Nathan said, hesitating.<br/><br/>"I don't care if she doesn't want to be disturbed," Paeter said fiercely. "Our guest is gravely ill, get her now." He took a look at the wound, as Nathan disappeared upstairs, letting out an appreciative noise. "Whoever bound this wound has great skill, but..." he smelt the blood from the wound. "Hell, she's been poisoned. My guess is it spread unnoticed by whoever applied these bandages." He stood up as a young tattooed man suddenly arrived, closely followed by Nathan, leading Cefrey off to one side as the man set to work. "We have a problem," said Paeter. "I...may have overreacted towards Barty, he's now out there in a town he barely knows. He says he'll return tomorrow..." He let out a laugh. "Next time I'll keep my mouth shut."