Trinket followed along silently. The healer soon led them to a small, long building. Inside there were rows of beds. Some were covered in clean white cloth, waiting for patients. Others were filled with patients. Some looked ill, others had bloodstained bandages from various injuries, or splints on broken limbs.
The healer said in a hushed voice, "I don't mind you looking around, but do not disturb any of the patients, or I'll have you removed."
They left to attend to their duties. Trinket stood near the doorway, looking around.
This place was interesting.
She walked from one bed to another, studying the people there. The ill ones didn't look interesting. They simply laid there, occasionally letting out a small groan. The bandaged ones looked more interesting, and she spent some time looking at the bandages, studying the patterns formed by the blood that seeped through the fabric. But before long, she lost interest.
She stood in the center of the room, looking around. "No one looks like they're dying."
Curious.
She had come here to see death. There was no death. Maybe she could change that.
She walked over to the most injured man in the room. He had bandages over his arms, face, and chest. It looked like he had been mauled by one of the dangerous creatures that inhabited the wilderness around Torchline.
Trinket stood over him. She stared into his eyes. He looked weak. He looked tired.
He looked like a fun person to play with.
Holding her doll against her chest, Trinket leaned close, very close, to the man. Then she whispered in his ear, "Do you want to play a game?"
The healer said in a hushed voice, "I don't mind you looking around, but do not disturb any of the patients, or I'll have you removed."
They left to attend to their duties. Trinket stood near the doorway, looking around.
This place was interesting.
She walked from one bed to another, studying the people there. The ill ones didn't look interesting. They simply laid there, occasionally letting out a small groan. The bandaged ones looked more interesting, and she spent some time looking at the bandages, studying the patterns formed by the blood that seeped through the fabric. But before long, she lost interest.
She stood in the center of the room, looking around. "No one looks like they're dying."
Curious.
She had come here to see death. There was no death. Maybe she could change that.
She walked over to the most injured man in the room. He had bandages over his arms, face, and chest. It looked like he had been mauled by one of the dangerous creatures that inhabited the wilderness around Torchline.
Trinket stood over him. She stared into his eyes. He looked weak. He looked tired.
He looked like a fun person to play with.
Holding her doll against her chest, Trinket leaned close, very close, to the man. Then she whispered in his ear, "Do you want to play a game?"
