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afford to have people falling on their rides and deliveries." When that first man was finished, color coming back to his cheeks and breathing becoming easy, she moved to another person, a tired and sweaty looking woman. Timon caught on to the idea and did the same.
It took a while but working that way, slowly, riders finally started to move out. No one blamed them for being late, but no one called out their thanks either. They had work to do after all. One of the people, a tall woman that he realized after a few moments was the Countess herself, had set up outside her front gate, handing the devices to passersby.
"Take them to your homes and heal everyone there, then pass them to your neighbors and have them do the same. Leave no gaps in this, even if it means traveling the land yourself to see it done." She sounded tired, as if she hadn't slept at all, but she kept saying the words, over and again. The scene really didn't change for hours, until newly healthy people came and took over. Guardsmen and minor officials mainly. That, or those in their families that lived and could take up their tasks. Some of the people were kids, who, healed or not, ran with gasping breaths to move the pieces around.
By mid-day no one was coming to be healed, the locals all having been given a chance already.
Heather finally walked over to them and oddly enough, gave Petra a hug.
"Pet. Thank you. Many have died of this and I fear more will yet, but thanks to your actions we might manage to save most. I won't forget this." She didn't let go of the slightly shorter giantess for a long time, holding herself up it seemed.
"Don't thank me. Tim was the one that set it all in motion. How did that happen anyway? I didn't know that you two were friends." There was no stress on the last word, but Petra knew about his personal problems as well as anyone really did.
He shrugged. For a moment he considered just lying, but it didn't really matter, did it?
"Kolb, the Weapons master from my sister's school wanted to get me out of the way for a bit, so that I wouldn't distract Tiera from her work, or something along those lines. He asked me to try and infiltrate here, but you know, I think I might be a little unhinged and suicidal on a subconscious level, so I just came to the door and announced myself. One thing led to another and I ended up bossing the King into fixing things instead of being prideful about it. It wasn't hard. I know that you don't agree Heather, but he's actually the best leader we can get for now. Everyone thinks they can do better, but how many would accept your word as enough to make things right like he did?" It was turning into a lecture, which the tall brown haired woman was clearly making herself eat without comment, so he turned back to his own friend and waved it all away.
She grinned a little at least.
"Well, however it happened, I'm glad that we're able to bring in the healing devices now. So many died..."
That pretty much killed the conversation at least. Petra made some communications efforts then, to let everyone know that the initial part of the job was, if not finished, at least started. Timon was given the job of getting in touch with the King, while she contacted Tor, since, as she put it, it would be easier that way.
"After all, Richard likes Timon. Constance isn't a big supporter there for some reason, but I'd have to go through six people just to talk to the man, Tim won't." It sounded like something that had happened before, even if it didn't make sense. Richard was a relative of hers after all. Closer by blood than he was by far.
It really did seem to work that way however, because a few moments after he found his second chest and dug out the old style communications device with its glowing sigils, the man himself was on it, having clearly scurried across the room just to chat with them.
"Is all well there, Tim?" The deep voice got attention from those that were still in the courtyard, including the
It took a while but working that way, slowly, riders finally started to move out. No one blamed them for being late, but no one called out their thanks either. They had work to do after all. One of the people, a tall woman that he realized after a few moments was the Countess herself, had set up outside her front gate, handing the devices to passersby.
"Take them to your homes and heal everyone there, then pass them to your neighbors and have them do the same. Leave no gaps in this, even if it means traveling the land yourself to see it done." She sounded tired, as if she hadn't slept at all, but she kept saying the words, over and again. The scene really didn't change for hours, until newly healthy people came and took over. Guardsmen and minor officials mainly. That, or those in their families that lived and could take up their tasks. Some of the people were kids, who, healed or not, ran with gasping breaths to move the pieces around.
By mid-day no one was coming to be healed, the locals all having been given a chance already.
Heather finally walked over to them and oddly enough, gave Petra a hug.
"Pet. Thank you. Many have died of this and I fear more will yet, but thanks to your actions we might manage to save most. I won't forget this." She didn't let go of the slightly shorter giantess for a long time, holding herself up it seemed.
"Don't thank me. Tim was the one that set it all in motion. How did that happen anyway? I didn't know that you two were friends." There was no stress on the last word, but Petra knew about his personal problems as well as anyone really did.
He shrugged. For a moment he considered just lying, but it didn't really matter, did it?
"Kolb, the Weapons master from my sister's school wanted to get me out of the way for a bit, so that I wouldn't distract Tiera from her work, or something along those lines. He asked me to try and infiltrate here, but you know, I think I might be a little unhinged and suicidal on a subconscious level, so I just came to the door and announced myself. One thing led to another and I ended up bossing the King into fixing things instead of being prideful about it. It wasn't hard. I know that you don't agree Heather, but he's actually the best leader we can get for now. Everyone thinks they can do better, but how many would accept your word as enough to make things right like he did?" It was turning into a lecture, which the tall brown haired woman was clearly making herself eat without comment, so he turned back to his own friend and waved it all away.
She grinned a little at least.
"Well, however it happened, I'm glad that we're able to bring in the healing devices now. So many died..."
That pretty much killed the conversation at least. Petra made some communications efforts then, to let everyone know that the initial part of the job was, if not finished, at least started. Timon was given the job of getting in touch with the King, while she contacted Tor, since, as she put it, it would be easier that way.
"After all, Richard likes Timon. Constance isn't a big supporter there for some reason, but I'd have to go through six people just to talk to the man, Tim won't." It sounded like something that had happened before, even if it didn't make sense. Richard was a relative of hers after all. Closer by blood than he was by far.
It really did seem to work that way however, because a few moments after he found his second chest and dug out the old style communications device with its glowing sigils, the man himself was on it, having clearly scurried across the room just to chat with them.
"Is all well there, Tim?" The deep voice got attention from those that were still in the courtyard, including the
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