Rumors spread of a woman in white.

Will had no idea what was happening outside as he tried to get comfortable in his room. His stomach was still not great even though he was pretty sure it was empty by now. His head also felt pretty dizzy and foggy. He eventually found sleep as his presence was still being talked about.

"She must be a noble," some would say.

"All on her own? No, she has to be a witch of some kind," said others.

"A white dress? Could she be a bride for our Lord? I knew not of wedding plans," still more would ask.

As Will slept his story was guessed upon and not a single person came to the right conclusions.

He woke late into the next day but he still did not feel much better. He was going to need to find a healer before his throat closed up again or his conditioned worsened. He tugged at the webbing but it was just as strong as it was the day before. He sighed and went down stairs.