Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-11457306-20140202071811

"Excuse me," said Stroggvir, rising as he heard Anwen's cursing. He ran downstairs in time to see her pull out an axe. "Wait, Anwen!  What are you doing?  You want to get us thrown out?"

"He locked her in there and then left!  She needs food! She's---" Anwen stopped, realizing she'd been about to blurt out Torene's secret.

"She's what?"

"Just get this bloody door open," snarled Anwen.

Strogg shrugged and pulled out some lockpicks. He had the door open quickly and Anwen slipped inside. "Now leave me be," said Anwen. Strogg went back upstairs, reflecting upon the oddities of women.

Anwen went to Torene's bedside. "Torene?  Torene, wake up.  It's me, Anwen."

Torene's eyes fluttered open. "Anwen?  I'm so cold and so hungry..."

"I know, but I brought food."

"Where's Makoru?"

"He had to go somewhere.  I'm not sure where." Anwen restrained herself with difficulty from bashing him in front of Torene. She sat on the edge of the bed and helped Torene sit up. She stayed for a long time, helping her drink the broth and eat some bread, take care of various needs and wrapping her up in warm furs, watching over her until she fell asleep. She made herself comfortable in a chair beside the bed and dozed, awaiting Makoru's return. They would have a few words, they would.