12-27-2016, 01:18 PM
Ingrid pursed her lips as Lantis interrupted her, in that blasé way that he seemed to default to. Their newest companion was proving quite annoying. She hadn't asked him what happened while she was gone. The way his appearance shook up the already rattled Anka did him no favors in her eyes. She was all too pleased to hear him offer to watch over Peter's home. Not only did it give Peter some measure of protection, it also meant Ingrid wouldn't have to deal with Lantis tonight.
Anka didn't have much to say afterwards. She took the medicine, appreciative for what little each of them had to offer, and left for her own room. As she left, Ingrid shooed the others away before shutting her door with a gentle thud. She was fully prepared to take Lantis's advice and go to sleep.
She laid in bed, awake for what at least seemed like hours, before she realized that wasn't going to happen tonight.
Ingrid left out the inn's front door, quiet as she could so as not to disturb anyone. She walked for quite a ways, out of the town altogether and into the grassy fields surrounding it, until she was certain no one would see her. The last thing she needed was to be spotted lurking around after the little fiasco at the mayor's house.
She spent most of the night gathering plants for antidotes and other remedies. The field manual helped immensely with this task; she was nowhere near as well versed in recognizing these plants as she'd like to be. It was difficult operating at night, but she couldn't stand the thought of staying in her room, feigning sleep. If she was going to be awake all night, she may as well be productive. Maybe what she was doing tonight would actually make a difference in Peter's fate.
The sun had only just begun to rise by the time she felt satisfied she was done. She took her bag, weighed down now by what she'd gathered, and walked all the way back through the town and to the inn. Few people were out in town, and the inn itself was still quiet by the time she arrived. Relief washed over Ingrid when she saw this, as she hadn't wanted anyone to notice her little excursion. She could already feel exhaustion beginning to set in, and she didn't need a lecture on how she should've simply slept through the night instead.
After dumping her bag on the bed, she could hear people leaving their rooms and entering the taproom. Assuming Fred or Anka might be among them, she exited her own room, hoping she didn't look half as bad as she felt.
Anka didn't have much to say afterwards. She took the medicine, appreciative for what little each of them had to offer, and left for her own room. As she left, Ingrid shooed the others away before shutting her door with a gentle thud. She was fully prepared to take Lantis's advice and go to sleep.
She laid in bed, awake for what at least seemed like hours, before she realized that wasn't going to happen tonight.
Ingrid left out the inn's front door, quiet as she could so as not to disturb anyone. She walked for quite a ways, out of the town altogether and into the grassy fields surrounding it, until she was certain no one would see her. The last thing she needed was to be spotted lurking around after the little fiasco at the mayor's house.
She spent most of the night gathering plants for antidotes and other remedies. The field manual helped immensely with this task; she was nowhere near as well versed in recognizing these plants as she'd like to be. It was difficult operating at night, but she couldn't stand the thought of staying in her room, feigning sleep. If she was going to be awake all night, she may as well be productive. Maybe what she was doing tonight would actually make a difference in Peter's fate.
The sun had only just begun to rise by the time she felt satisfied she was done. She took her bag, weighed down now by what she'd gathered, and walked all the way back through the town and to the inn. Few people were out in town, and the inn itself was still quiet by the time she arrived. Relief washed over Ingrid when she saw this, as she hadn't wanted anyone to notice her little excursion. She could already feel exhaustion beginning to set in, and she didn't need a lecture on how she should've simply slept through the night instead.
After dumping her bag on the bed, she could hear people leaving their rooms and entering the taproom. Assuming Fred or Anka might be among them, she exited her own room, hoping she didn't look half as bad as she felt.