"Ah, there we go," were the first words she would hear as she woke up. It was two full days since they had left an assassin's charred corpse by the lake. That had, fortunately, left two horses to bring them to the nearest town. "Sorry," he said with little sympathy. "Thought it best to wake you so had some smelling salts fetched. Not the nicest way to wake up but it's been two days." As it turned out the closest thing here to a medical professional was the local store owner who had some bottles of 'medicine'. Probably the county quack had sold them when passing through. Ointments for hairloss, nerves and 'overtalking' were unlikely to help. Audreyn was in a large, comfortable bed. Light streamed through an open window. Gerrard sat on a chair at the head of the bed and was still putting the stopper back in a small glass vial. She was wearing a thick cotton nightgown under the covers. The clothes she had been wearing, now clean and dry, we're hanging over the back of a chair at the foot of the bed.