Scars Make Us Whole

Vervain had arrived unexpectedly, but there was no denying that they would not have survived as long as they had without her help. Though the day and night after had been spent in shock, drinking, and commiseration, there had been two who had gone into the Spire who had not been with them in the aftermath. Ronin he would see later, for this and other apologies owed, but first the bard sought out Vervain, former boss and current friend, as she had more than shown in the basement of that wretched obelisk.

The crisp, white-haired figure of the loreseeker was hardly seen around the Settlement in these tense times, but a darkish-grey feathered raven slipped through an Infirmary window left open to catch the fresh air and sunlit warmth of the early leafchange afternoon, and soon after a man with darkish-grey hair tucked up under a broad-brimmed hat stepped out from behind a privacy curtain and was poking his head into the office where another friend had once held the reins of the hall of the healing.

"Vai?" he called out, tentatively, voice still hoarse from the poison gas that had worked its way inside his skin. "Are you in?"