It was a stormwing
You reach up to touch your face and your hand brushes against
Numair's. He moves his hand away and you blush. "It was a
stormwing. Those vile Carthakis! You'd think that they'd quit being
faithful to Ozorne after I killed him." you say. A peice of
memory hits you and you touch the silver claw that rests in the thong
around your neck. It was the claw that you used to kill Ozorne with.
Numair's brows knit together as he remembers the battle and how his
duel with that mage almost killed him. He brushes the thoughts aside.
The past was not to be changed ..... . "I just find it hard to
believe that any humans in their right minds would associate with
stormwings. Ugh, my head hurts. Numair could you help me up?" you
ask. He leans over you and you grab his hands. You hoist yourself up
with a groan. "Mithros, I have a bad headache." you said.
"If only the Lioness were with us .... I feel so deprived, not
having any healing magic. That reminds me ..." Numair says
thoughtfully. "I need to check on your magic, Daine. Did you use
a lot on the bandits?" he asks you. "Well, when they
attacked me all the animals wanted to save me, so I had to use a lot
to hold them off. And I shapeshifted into a tiger ..." you trail
off. Numair closes his eyes and tells you to relax as he looks for
your magic.
