"Bad? I don't think it is bad at all. Most of us go about life unable to find the courage or will to help our neighbors. It's why I became an adventurer in the first place. A band of them inspired me to got about saving people, or helping people that needed help. Now that I know the Abbot is taking it upon himself to help and fix people that are seeking his aid, and as far as I can tell he provides all of this at no expense. There are many churches back in the Dales that charge for such things and only occasionally do charity work." said Faria as she takes a brief peek in the window waving to Bella's mother before following to the hut where she begins to search for things. First a bag, then more daggers, then shortsword or rapier if she can find one, simple leather armor, some rope and a sleeping bag. "Could you answer me just what exactly is Washems...? Is it a clan or a family name?"
Faria while she waits for an answer heads into the shed, and for a moment has a brief moment of Deva vu as she knows mostly where to pick up everything, or at least how it was organized is immediately apparent. She moves towards the back of the shed where she almost instinctively knows where some leather armor is. As she is reaching out for the sun hat, something moves behind her dropping down and she feels pain in her exposed right shoulder. Something sinking into her skin. Twisting and turning she pushed off her attacker creating just enough space for her attacker to miss. "Bella is this a friend of yours or am I free to kill it?!" she shouts going for her only weapons. The straight razor, and medical knife.
Faria while she waits for an answer heads into the shed, and for a moment has a brief moment of Deva vu as she knows mostly where to pick up everything, or at least how it was organized is immediately apparent. She moves towards the back of the shed where she almost instinctively knows where some leather armor is. As she is reaching out for the sun hat, something moves behind her dropping down and she feels pain in her exposed right shoulder. Something sinking into her skin. Twisting and turning she pushed off her attacker creating just enough space for her attacker to miss. "Bella is this a friend of yours or am I free to kill it?!" she shouts going for her only weapons. The straight razor, and medical knife.
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