Find help.

“Stay here, I will find help.” Ash said softly, though her words lacked confidence.

Heading down the coastline, she trekked along the trails that would dip inland, and back out to small beaches. She traveled for the better part of two hours before finally finding a village. The people were dressed in drab clothing, and the buildings were made of wood, with thatched roofs. The primitive fishing village seemed peaceful however, and that was a small blessing.

Cautiously the young half-elf walked to the edge of the village, and up to one of the fisherman. “Hello, I, I really need some help.” She pleaded, unsure of herself.

The dark complected man looked her over for a moment, some concern in his eyes. “What do you need?” He asked, wearily.

“My friend. She's ill. I need a healer, or medicine to help her.” Ashley replied, hopefully.

“We have no healers dear. Don't your kind take care of you?” He asked.

“My kind?” Ash replied perplexed. “Our ship. It was smashed in the storm last night. We were lucky to make it to shore alive.” She explained.

“Ah.” He nodded sagely. “Survivors. Yes, your kind come now and then. Lost to our storms, cast upon our shores. Many of you join the Crimson Legion, some move on, some stay. Bring your friend here. We will make her comfortable.” The older man smiled kindly.

“Thank you.” She smiled.

It wasn't what she had hoped for, but it was better then leaving her out there, alone. Jogging back up the trail, she made her way back to where she had left the injured woman. Doctor White was ****, still leaning against the boat where she had left her.

Using some cold water to get the blonde to wake up, she helped her to her feet, and began making her way back to the village. The trek was tedious, and long, as the two moved slowly toward the village, having to stop frequently. Finally she made it back, and the older man smiled at her, slipping beneath the blond's other arm.

“My wife will care for her while my son and I are fishing.” He said, as they took the feverish woman inside a simple hut, and lay her on a bed of straw. “Your only hope is the witch. She lives to the east. She practices alchemy, and, magic.” He said concerned for her safety.

Ashley's eyes widened at the idea of crossing paths with a full blown witch who knew how to use magic. She had a sort of magic, but she was new to this. What if the witch was to powerful, what if the witch attacked her. Ashley swallowed hard, considering her options.