944 FE, Septembus - Early Morning
The other unknown prisoner who hadn’t said anything remained quiet as well, not participating in the conversation. He quickly finished his food without a word. He eyed the minotaur almost with a hint of fear.
Cynric likewise finished his bowl of food. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, having nothing better to use, and eyed the pot, considering seconds. But the minotaur took the rest and that was that. The long haired man was not about to steal the unmoving prisoners yet.
“Eh, perhaps he’s a heavy sleeper….” said Cynric. His tone was not very convincing of that thought.
“Maybe they didn’t have a choice. Beggers can’t be choosers…”
About this time, the white-haired woman re-appeared from the cabin. Over her shoulder was a leather satchel bag that must contain herbs and healing salves. In her hands was a steaming bucket of water. She had an annoyed expression on her face. The guards seemed to avoid meeting her gaze as she passed through them to fore section of the barge where you chained.
The crow from earlier also reappeared. It flapped past the woman and landed on the prowl of the barge. It cawed again, and stared at the going on’s of the barge.
“All done?” she asked, but then continue, “I’m going to check your brands and make sure they are not infected. Damn prison wardens don’t seem to care if the Black Company receives recruits dead or in the throes of fever induced infections.”
The woman never bothered to introduce herself as she got to work. She went to Cynric first, setting the bucket down within reach. The long haired man muttered something along the lines of hey baby. It was met with a steel eyed glare that shut the long haired man right up.
Kneeling down, the woman grabbed Cynric’s hand and turned it over to examine the Brand. She pulled out a clean rag out from somewhere, dunked into the hot water and washed the wound. The woman then retrieved a salve from her satchel, and applied it to the wound. It obviously stung a bit as Cynric sucked in his breath thru his teeth. The brand was then wrapped in clean linen bandages, finishing the treatment.
“Should be fine in a week or so, but I can’t guarantee that someone will take a look at it at Ivanstead. So try to keep it clean.”
The woman proceeded to move back and forth down the line of you prisoners, moving the bucket of hot water with each time and performing the same treatment. As she worked on each of you, you noticed she has her own Black Company brand on her hand. It was scared over and long healed, and marred her otherwise dainty hands. Like you, she had been faced with the same choice.
Eventually, the woman reached the unmoving prisoner. Kneeling down to shake the man awake, she paused, and reached for a pulse. Finding none, she stood abruptly, and threw a rag into the bucket in anger.
“Fucking hell, he’s dead.”
The crow cawed like it was doing I told you so. The woman snapped at the crow, “Shutup!” and then sighed. She glance about while trying to decide what to do.