*Orshallan turned to look at Loviana, and then quickly took the reins of her horse. Fast as the hooves could take them, he took them to the Thimble's courtyard. Throwing gold practically in the innkeeper's face, he bought a room and carried Loviana up to it. The pain faded bit by bit, no longer comforting as it had been in the past, but agonizing until it slowly slipped away. Orshallan removed a brazier and quickly lit a block of golden incense. As the calming scent filled the room, Orshallan breathed a sign of relief.*
"We're safe now, the room is warded. What happened? Tell me, if they cursed you, I will be able to undo it," Orshallan says with iron determination.