Finnris at the Camp of Pitmaster Urgak morning 17/7

Finnris seeks out a healer. Being careful to avoid man hole covers and other entrances to the sewers. Perhaps Urgak of Katagia has one at the training camp or perhaps Setesh the Nimothan could point him in the right direction...

Urgak has a healer who for 25gp can take an hour to patch up your leg (removing the speed penalty) and apply healing poultices to restore 5 hp.

Finnris spends 25 gp & 50gp gem in Urgak's camp infirmagia. An additional double peacock on food and the good local purple peacock wine for himself and the camp healer. “What is your name brother/sister?”. Finn will pass the resting time learning what he can about the healer and their art. Finn will take only light exercise with the Dhari jungle war spear. Enjoying it’s weight he will purchase one if possible (8gp). 75gp on healing brings Finn to 51 hp. He has no HD recuperation left and one rage remaining. Total expenditure 84gp.

The old healer woman tells you her name is Megara - Meg for short. 'My grand daughter Leira is a Katagian Ranger - she has many tales of fighting you Narthans, he he!"

Healing Services
1 hour with a Healer who makes a DC 15 INT (Medicine) check restores 5 hit points and removes 1 disability. A check uses up an entire Healer's Kit (10 uses, 5gp). Using a healer's kit on yourself incurs Disadvantage on the check. A proficient healer treating another who is at 1 hp or higher may use their passive Medicine score for the check.

Old Meg proudly shows Finnris a small portrait of Leira in Katagian Ranger regalia.

Finnris holds the picture for some time, examining it from several angles (including the back at which he frowned).

"Hmmm ... I do not know your grandaughter Leira, Megara."

"The Katagian rangers are cunning devils and but honorable foes. Many a Nar warrior has failed to return from the summer raids because of the Rangers."

Finnris grins.

"Here, let me fill your cup Grandmother...and lets us talk of how you came to be here in Quodeth, with this vagabond Urgak and his rogues."

Finnris is enjoying time spent in Urgak's camp; it is fast becoming surrogate for the exile's tribe.

Megara beams proudly. "If you had met her, you would most likely be dead! She is Beast Friend - she commands the animals, like that hawk, Mereena she calls it. The Rangers of Katagia are never taken by surprise!"

Megara happily takes a full cup of red wine and settles down for a chat.

"I have been with Urgak many years now. Our family is well born - the Atlantean blood runs thick in our veins! But not wealthy, and we lack powerful friends... In my younger days I listened to the teachings of Hyar Thomel, the Sage of Atlantis. I made a mistake - I became involved with politics - a group, the New Katagians. I spoke unwisely. When Denoch Saursane became Lord Protector, we fell out of favour. My husband Lorvas died ...a blade in the dark. It became necessary for me to leave the city, lest my children suffer the same fate."

She quaffs her wine.

"So, I fell in with Urgak and his troupe, and for many years we have wandered Thule - Nith, Ren Shar, Marg, Quodeth - even Lomar on the Kalayan Sea. Once we travelled to Rime, the City of Reavers, and Urgak's men fought against captive Battle Maidens of Dawnspire - the Sword Saints, they are called, who oppose Kang the Pale Death. So pretty, so young to die... In Marg I saw the Red Mage, when he was still a fighting slave in their death pits - he slew three of Urgak's men and won his freedom that day! Ah, such memories..."

"Meg, my mother told me the politics of the cities were as the feuds of the clans."
"Some, running deep like a clan blood feud."
Finnris drains his cup, refilling Megara' s and his cup again. His gloomy countenance fades.
He looks the healer in the eyes.
"Meg, Grandmother of Rangers, tell me more about the Red Mage?"

Meg frowns, looking deep into the cup.

"I know little... In the fighting pit he was young, or looked young. His hair was red, like flame. His sword glittered like ice... no, like the green fires above the Boreal Sea, when Mitra and Nergal and Tarhun battle to defend our world against the demons of the Outer Dark."

She shivers slightly.

"They say one day They will fail... The Red Mage, they say he is a Warlock from the far future, cast back across the Seas of Time. That he is Pacted with the Outer God known as Opener of the Way. That now he brings others back through time as captives to the slave pits of Marg."

Meg shrugs.

"That is all I know."

A demon worshiper..." Finnris pours the remainder of his drink into the sand and spits into the dark puddle.

"Grandmother, have you ever seen a mammoth?"

Meg frowns, looking a little woozy now.

"I have seen their skulls in chief's halls many times, the great tusks... "

She considers.

"Yes, I have seen them, on the shores of the Kalayan Sea. Once we were on board ship when we saw a herd of the great beasts by the water's edge."

She looks to Finnris.

"Your dressings should be ready to remove soon."

"Thank you Megara, your skill is impressive. I can hardly feel that hideous creatures bites and blows now" slurs Finnris. "Hic"