I hitched my satchel onto my shoulder, realizing I'd forgotten to leave it in the transfer room. It didn't matter. The weight didn't bother me anymore. The room was bright and white, large windows letting in the sun's warming rays. Eir stood beside a bowl of water, rinsing her hands. She smiled as soon as she saw me, wiping her hands quickly on a soft towel. "Bryn, how are you?" She held her arms out to me. "I really need your assistance." I shrugged my jacket off, the rip in the soft black fabric mirrored by a similar slash in the sleeve of the armor beneath it. Clearly the specialized armor wasn't immune to the charms of a fire giant’s blade. I shuddered to think what would’ve happened if the ball-and-chain had missed. Bryn shish kebob, that's what. Eir took my jacket and tossed it onto a nearby seat. I cringed to think what the bloodied garment would do to the pristine white of the fabric.
