An odd house.

A short trip later, Tobey brought them to a well-maintained, but old looking house. He knocked twice on the door and opened it, allowing Dago to enter first. There were a few people sitting in the main entrance, all looking at Dago carrying a passed out Marian. They all looked to be religious people, all wearing habits and cloaks. Dago felt a little uneasy, but this place couldn’t be a church. He was still doing alright.

Tobey pulled aside one of the people and began speaking to her in hushed tones. Dago couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but the conversation was quick. The woman approached him and sized up Marian, apparently guessing she couldn’t carry him herself.

“Follow me, please,” she said, indicating a small room to their left.

It looked a bit like a hospital room, a simple room with a bed and a pair of chairs. The woman started to turn down the bed and motioned for Dago to put Marian down.

“You did the bandages, right?” the woman asked, Dago nodded, “Then I’ll bring you some fresh ones and a potion he should take.”

With that she left, but quickly returned with real bandages and a very small vial of red potion. She put the potion on the bedside table and helped Dago with the bandages, which were quickly changed.

“The potion will increase blood production for awhile, probably longer than it needs. We’ll have to drain some of it, but he’ll be alright. Do you need anything else?” the woman asked him, “Perhaps a bloodletting kit?”