Judgement

Rarak Sept

The fire did not rage for long. Even before groups of people could be organised to get water from the wells or the oasis itself to fight the blaze Agizul was standing over his leader commanding water from the environment to quench the flames.

Some of her guards immediately drew a circle around her while others ran into the night searching or following the perpetrators.

Amastan helped Islana up under the piercing gaze of the Sk'elep into her own tent pitched nearby. It wasn't long before the old man that she had met back at the Amarat Caravanserai came calling.

He looked older than what she remember a few months prior. Or maybe it was just her imagination and she was confusing him with another healer. One form another life.

He bowed and knelt in front of her gently picking her arm up and placing one of his palms on the open, weeping wound.

The young woman couldn't suppress a gasp of pain as his calloused hand suntanned hand touched her. It sent a sharp pain up her arm and she resisted the urge to pull away. She watched as his eyes flashed green, and she felt a warmness wash over her wound and pain.

He would work on the wound for the rest of the night, knitting and mending flesh and muscle. When he was done the sun was already coming up outside Amastan's tent. Looking down all that remained of her injury was a large red spot in its place.

"New skin." He told her. "It will get back to normal with time." He sat back down and sighed obviously tired.
"Keep it away from the sun and moist for a week or so.

Her physical wound was gone but the one done to her pride and leadership would stay raw for a while.

Before she could contemplate what truly had just happened Izdärasen entered the tent bowing deep.

"They have gathered the culprits by the edge of the oasis." He said. "They await your judgment..."