Swiftcurrent Creek Restless Dreams

Arric had been doing his best to care for the wound that colored his shoulder. He knew enough to keep it clean, and some of the herbs, though he used them sparingly given it was winter and they were hard to come by even with help.

A bemused expression lit up his face and he shook his head. Why? It would be easy to kill them. And I don't like easy things.

He nodded. Both ways.