[Child of the 7th Age]

Galadel Vinorel's post:

Galadel leapt quickly to her feet from where she sat cloaked by the fireplace as she saw the worried look on the face of the innkeeper, who had just entered the room. "Something is very wrong," she thought to herself. Then she heard Aman cry, "Get into two lines to go through the doors! You - yes, you, the hobbit with the hat - for goodness sake, put down the ale tankard, man! - open up the other door. The catch at the corner..."

The smell of burning wood filled the elf's nose. "A fire!" she thought to herself. Moving quickly, Galadel rushed over to Aman's side. "May I do anything to help, mam?" she asked as loudly as she could above the noise of the flames and the terrified people in the room.

Aman looked over at the elf, and was about to say something when Grimm interrupted her saying something about someone named Cree. Aman became busy again trying to deal with the guests and the fire.

Galadel, left to herself once more, noticed people carrying buckets of water to the kitchen, where the fire was now blazing harder than ever. One of the men had just thrown his water onto the blaze, and was about to return to the well outside. The female elf rushed over to him and bowed quickly, motioning to the bucket. He nodded back and pushed the bucket into her arms, and then ran off to help with the gathering up of the few children in the inn.

Rushing outside, Galadel followed some of the folks to where the well was. She then began to go back inside when she noticed a man laying on the ground in the beergarden. He was badly burned and was just lying there, moaning in pain. A hobbit and a few others were bent over him, not sure of what to do to help him.

Moving with amazing speed, the elf hurried over to where the injured figure lay. Galadel knelt down on the ground, placing her bucket beside her, and unstrung the bag of herbs from her side. Pulling out a few small leaves, she pushed them into the hand of a woman kneeling next to her. The lady looked up into the eye's of teh elf questionly. "Crush them and then put the pieces in the water," Galadel answered swiftly, and then went back to work.

The man wasn't burned very much at all on the front side of his body, yet his back was burned badly, since his cloak had caught on fire. Laying her cloak on the ground as a cusion for him, Galadel, along with the help of two hobbits, flipped the man gently over onto his stomach. Now she could see the true damage that the fire had done to him.

The man groaned, and Galadel began to sing a soft lullabye quietly to calm him. Slowly the man's muscles untensed and he stopped moaning in pain. His breathing slowed down and visions filled his mind of far away lands and beautiful woods. Everyone gathered around the injured man and the elf also calmed down.

Galadel then peeled the burned cloak off the man. When she took it off, though, it fell into dust. Astounded, she looked down at the burned back of the man's shirt and pants. In a few places the shirt and pants had both been burned so badly that his charred sking was showing, yet it was not as bad and she had feared that it would be.

Slowly, the elf poured some of the mixed water and herbs onto the burned skin of the man's back and legs, all the while singing her gentle song. The man hardly flinched at all while this was being done, for he was in a dream of wonder of delight, walking through a wood were the trees had golden leaves.

After she was finished, Galadel sat back on the grass and sighed, peering at the sleeping man. His breathing was soft and rythmatic, yet she knew that he would soon wake in pain. So, she kept singing, picking up a different tune. Every five minutes or so, she would place another layer of herbs and water on the burned places of his back.

After a little while Galadel and the others that were gathered around her carried the man to where a small, makeshift care area had been made by a hobbit. There the injured were treated by Galadel and many others, who were also uninjured, while inside the inn the workers fought the flames that tried to consume the inn.