Who Did You See?
There was a little bench in the hall just outside the Infirmary. It had been there ever since he'd arrived at the Hold, and likely
longer-- it was heavy and a bit ugly, the sort of thing that you wouldn't move unless you had to. It had probably been left in the corridor by some past Headwoman who took pity on all the friends and relatives of the sick and injured who wanted to stay close, but were chased out of the Infirmary by Healers who didn't want step around them. For now, it served as somewhere Taril could escape to for a few moments that didn't reek of redwort and reminders of what he'd been though, and what Humari was going through now.
It also served as a good spot to conduct a little business. Taril nodded in greeting when he saw Arnolt step into the corridor. He
gestured at the spot on the bench beside him.
Arnolt sat, his face strained and creased with worry. He'd not been able to visit with Humari, and the worry obviously ate at him. "She woke up yet? Is she okay? Is she going to be okay?"
"She woke up once, but..." Taril trailed off, then sighed. "Time will tell, is what the Healers tell me. So I don't know."
Frowning, Arnolt stared at his feet. "Can I visit her? The Healers won't let me and I don't have a flit or nothin' to check in on her." He turned his head to look at Taril. "You didn't ask me to come here to chat, either, I gather."
The merchant nodded. "When you came to get me... do you remember who was around my office?"
Frowning, the boy searched his memory. He'd been in such a rush to get to Taril that he'd not been watching as he normally would. He searched through the faces in his mind, brows furrowed. "There were two men by the corner, talking." He knew their faces, knew they were sailors by their garb. "Sailors. Most likely of that captain you were speaking to." He struggled to remember more. " There had been another. "There was that merchant who was hanging about too. I think he was waiting for you. The name..." He racked his brain. "The skinny one with the big chin and long nose. Only arrived two turns ago. Has greasy hair."
"Mulich." Taril had forgotten that he was supposed to meet with Mulich after his meeting with Captain Garik. He frowned. "Let me know if you think of anyone else."
"Sure." Arnolt rubbed his face, still trying to wrack his brain and remember. "Uhm...the sailors, Mulich..." His eyes popped open. "There was someone else too. Rindarik. He was sitting across the lane and watching your office. Looked like he was waiting for something." He frowned. "Looked angry."
"Hmm." Rindarik was behind on his debt payments again. He was probably coming by to complain about that-- or to ask for more marks. Taril scowled. "You have a good memory."
Arnolt looked at Taril. "You've never had to live on the docks." His reply was bland. "You have to have a good eye and memory if you wanna live."
Taril was quiet a moment. "The Healers don't want Humari to have too many visitors right now. But when she's able, and if she's up for it, I'll send for you."
"Yeah. Thanks." He eyed Taril. "Heard that someone decided to hang himself in a cell. Funny. They don't give prisoners rope."
"Don't they? Funny." Taril stood and rubbed his hands over his face. "See you around, Arnolt."
Watching as he rose, Arnolt nodded. "See you." He paused, then spoke again. "Hey, Taril...if you need ought...or if Humari does, all you gotta do is ask. I'll do it."
Taril hesitated, then nodded. "I'll let you know." He started his limping way back to the Infirmary where Humari slept.
Last updated on the August 13th 2019