Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-11457306-20140907021004

Brighid had eaten the stew without complaint and had fallen asleep again. Anneken was relieved. She went back to work hauling water and pouring it into the large kettle she'd drug up by the fire. She had been going methodically through the Sanctuary, assembling the items she thought were most useful. She'd found another back pack and was in the process of filling it. She'd emptied the saddle bags. Butchering the horse had been an enormous and bloody job, but she'd managed it. They now had plenty of meat. She'd hauled the pieces down to the ice cave and buried it in the ice. Then she'd thrown buckets of water on the floor to wash away most of the blood and gore.

The only rooms she had avoided were the torture chamber and the room where the Night Mother's Coffin stood. She had firmly shut the doors and moved furniture in front of them. It made her feel better, even if it was a bit futile. If some ghost decided to come calling, no door or barricade would stop it. She poured salt in front of each door and marked runes on the floor as added protection.

Now she just worried and tried to make plans on how to get Brighid to a good healer.