The #Broken_Dagger Forum

Without flair, void of the arrogant step in her saunter, Sarayn Dala'vaesa approached the Rememdium Edificium with chin lowered and wearing the invisible mantle of humility. Beautiful face plain, she was donned in a simplistic garb of white and with no other adornment than the slippers on her dainty feet. She cleared the threshold with the whisper of a thin sigh and leveled her eyes with the first personnel she saw within the unusually quiet halls of the medical facility.

"May I help you..?" the nurse inquired lightly, her face near contorted into distaste upon seeing a drow of all souls wander in.

"I--" Sarayn began, running slender fingers through her hair, "I.. seek redemption."

"We are hardly a religious--" the nurse began, soon cut off by the drowess' following words.

"I seek redemption by offering my services to your facilitity. I am a priestess of Eilistraee and can help with healing those that are ill. I fear that.." and she swallowed hard here, blue eyes tearing up, ".. those that I care about will soon make it here, suffering grievously from wounds inflicted by the Fiend in the battle soon to come. And should that be the case, I will be here for him--" and she quickly corrected herself, "--them, when they come."

The nurse pursed her lips and looked her over. Though her skin was dark, and though her people were once the tormentors of Myrken Wood, Nurse Fairwell couldn't deny the dire need for assistance--Teron Ashfiend was still killing, still wrecking havoc among the people.. and at the mention of a battle soon to come? It caused a shiver to trickle down her spine. Regardless, she could hardly make that decision; she simply hadn't the authority.

"Wait right here. Let me see what I can do.."

Sarayn smiled fleetingly and took a seat in the small waiting room, hopeful that she would be able to do some semblance of good.

[[OOC: I got Rattrap's mun approval to work at teh hospital! whee!]]

"'oy! Lass! I got a message for y'from the 'emdium across the way!" the friendly Broken Dagger tender called to her as soon as she cleared the threshold.

Sarayn stomped her feet to rid her boot soles of snow, and glanced at the man, her smile brilliant and incredibly appreciative of his always cheerful disposition. "You do? Well, then. Carry on." She grinned.

"Some lass named Fairwell said y'can werk there, 'iffin y'want, an' she said t'tell y'when y'came here next." The man shrugged and returned to cleaning a glass, "How's yer boy?"

The drowess giggled a bit before stating simply, ".. he is well. And thank you. Thank you for everything."

"Are y'gettin' sappy on me, lass? Alls in a day's work, methinks." and he winked.

Sarayn just shook her head with a silly grin on her face and joined him at the bar, thankful to shake off the cold from her body and for company pleasant. The rest of the gentle eve she contemplated to herself if extending her services in the realm of healing to the Rememdium Edificium and public would be worth it.. and all for the search of redemption.

It couldn't hurt, could it?