[Child of the 7th Age]

Andreth quickly got to her feet and glared back at the woman who stood there accusing her of laziness or even worse. Sharp anger rose in her. She'd had enough of being picked on and laughed at back home in Bree, and she wasn't about to take any of that here.

"For your information, I have spent the past three hours constructing a lean-to shelter and a sledge for the comfort of Volondil. Holly and Bethberry were attending to the Ranger as my own skills do not run in that direction. I don't know where Holly has gone to, but that is hardly my fault!"

"Moreover," and here Andreth stared accusingly at the figure in front of her, "I do not recall seeing you on the road. I neither know what you are or who you are, for your behavior is very strange indeed. For all I know, you may be a brigand yourself. You were certainly not with our company when we left the Inn."

"And I will indeed be happy to assist you with Volondil if you but ask in a civil way."

With that, she stomped over in the direction of the patient with a wet rag clenched between her fingers, muttering grimly to herself.

[ December 04, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]