The hospital was quiet, and finding the woman's room wasn't hard.  He made
a point of avoiding S'olomon, as he didn't want to talk with the doctor
again.   The nomad woman was asleep when he left the flowers, but he was
sure she would enjoy the color in the white room.  She looked much better
now then when they first came in.  Not nearly as black and blue as the day
before.  
	The herbs they had her on would probably keep her down for a while.  He
remembered when he returned to the cleft with his wounds, he was asleep for
two weeks.  Very close to dying, many thought he would.
He turned and a nurse was standing there.  "She will be ok."  She said it
as if to comfort him.  She was young, with brown long hair, and deep gray
eyes arched with long eyelashes.  She was attractive for her age.
"I don't really know her, I was just bringing some flowers.  That is all." 
He shifted weight.  "I just know, no one knows her that is all.  She could
use something to cheer here up."
	"She is sleeping."  The nurse pointed out.  "I am Brisse, you're new
here?"
	"Yes."
	C'aranth noticed the bulging belly.  "I am the Junior Queenrider.  What is
your name?"
	"Caranth," he said a bit stunned.   "Junior is right." he whispered under
his breath.  She shot him a look that made him suspect she had heard it. 
"What are you doing here?"  
	"I was just looking in on her, I have to make sure everything is running
smooth don't I?"  She suddenly had the look of a ruler, her frame, though
small, was set as one leading.  Her eyes held him as she waited for an
answer.  He dwarfed her and looked down at her long eyelashes.  "I saw you
bring her in, Dr. S'olomon says she would have died if you didn't take care
of her.  The wound was infected, but it could have been worse."  She looked
at the woman unconscious in the bed as if appraising her.  "She also
suffered some sever trauma from the miscarriage.  He removed what was left
of the fetus."
	When she turned back to C'aranth he was emotionless.  If he had know that
the man would have died, maybe not then with the whole camp watching, but
during the night.  "That is what she was sayingˇ" C'aranth spoke aloud as
his thoughts drifted back to the trip.  
	"I am sorry, you didn't know."  She covered her mouth with her hand; "I
should have let the doctor tell you.  Is she yourˇ"
	"No." his answer was short and hard.  "She is nothing to me, just helping
out.  Where is your Warrenlady?"  
	"Cynthia, she is probably in her office.  Have you reported in yet?"  
	"No, I haven not.  I was looking to do that."  C'aranth turned to walk out
of the room.
		"Will you be eating at the Dining Hall?" she asked his retreating back.
		He stopped.  "I'm not good at socialising."
		"Our cook is really good."
		He sighed.  "I'll probably take an occasional meal there, yes."
	"Good.  I hope I'll see you there. You know where the office is?"  She
walked to the door with him, more waddled with the baby sitting so low in
her belly, it wouldn't be long until she would deliver.
	"Yes thank you.  I can make it on my own."  He opened the door for her as
she walked out.  He watched her waddle down the hall and laughed slightly
at the Junior Queenrider.

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	He stopped by his apartment before he went to the Warrenlady's office to
retrieve the crossbow.  From his window he could see people arriving,
dragons landed in the green with what looked like half the warren there to
meet them.  Most craftsmen from what he could tell.
	C'aranth watched the young man leave Cynthia's office before he walked
over.  He knocked on the door frame, and Cynthia 	said without looking up,
"Come in B'rin."
	"I'm C'aranth, not B'rin."
		"Oh," Cynthia said looking up at him as if trying to read the new comer,
"Please, come in and sit down."C'aranth stood at attention none the less.
"C'aranth from the Epion Cleft reporting for duty, mame."
"Good to see you."  She rose, and her tone was rather informal for a
Warrenlady.  Things were defiantly different here.
	C'aranth held out the crossbow with the bolts unwrapping the skins to
reveal the weapon.  "My blood is yours to spill, I fight for you and your
honor my lady, I swear on the Seven Fathers."  He set the weapon on her
desk and bowed.
	She was unreadable for a short time then she smiled and picked up the
weapon.  "Thank you."  He didn't know if it was for the oath or the weapon
but he bowed again.  "I was talking with the Doctor here, it seems you have
something in common with another of out member here.  I was wondering if
you could talk to him aboutˇ"
	'With all due respect, mame, I would rather not."  He was counceled by a
man named T'eranth when he was in the hospital, the man was broken and
worn.  It was no hope and he couldn't relate to the old ex-dragon rider at
all.  He didn't want to have to tell some one it was all going to be ok,
when it wasn't, it never will be.  "I don't feel I would be the proper
influence.  I'm not that cheerful or uplifting, if anything I would suggest
he kill himself if he feels it is over with here."
	She sat and steepled her fingers looking over him.  "We will put it on a
back burner then."  She smiled.  C'aranth realized she wasn't going to take
no for an answer.  "What keeps you here?"
	"I have my reasons."  C'aranth arched an eyebrow at the woman.  "Mostly to
see things in my life finished.  When they are I will let myself pass on." 
He looked ahead.  "Is that all?"
(You can add whatever you like here, if you want to put more inˇ)
	"Dismissed."  He bowed and turned to the door.  "Have a good day."  

NRPG: Sorry about all the mix-ups I did, I hope I set things strait.  If
not feel free to change things.  Thanks, hope I wasn't too much bother.  I
added a bit, hope you all don't mind, I also did this for a bit of my own
clarification, I hope I am right?
Darren Hunter
Roland Brock
korzad@lgcy.com