The night's patrol had been a brutal one.
Not because of the amount of action, criminals or the like. It was simply because of the weather. While Isuelt DeRomiano enjoyed her time out of doors, and even boasted weathering the elements in the time she spent with her husband's caravan, the RhyDin winters were never kind. Even to the most seasoned of hearty travelers.
Contrary to the pace of several nights ago, this night's patrol was skulking by painfully slow. But what was even more painful was the weather. A harsh wind was beginning to pick up, fooling the body into believing that the temperature was dipping even further. And while her bruised ribs had healed up nicely by now, the stitches in the Scathachian's thigh always seemed to begin throbbing at the most inopportune time. Isuelt had been dealing with a slight limp for the better part of half an hour, the shrill bite to the air not allowing her muscle any ease. However, luckily for her, she was entering Erin and Lydia's area of the West End. Isuelt quickly recalled that Erin had left an open invitation to the Scathachians if ever they needed assistance...or coffee.
It took the Judge only an instant to make her decision, and she was moving ahead toward the front door to the Isis Manor. A warm place to tend to her stitches, a hot cup of coffee and a friendly face or two. It was just what she needed.
Not because of the amount of action, criminals or the like. It was simply because of the weather. While Isuelt DeRomiano enjoyed her time out of doors, and even boasted weathering the elements in the time she spent with her husband's caravan, the RhyDin winters were never kind. Even to the most seasoned of hearty travelers.
Contrary to the pace of several nights ago, this night's patrol was skulking by painfully slow. But what was even more painful was the weather. A harsh wind was beginning to pick up, fooling the body into believing that the temperature was dipping even further. And while her bruised ribs had healed up nicely by now, the stitches in the Scathachian's thigh always seemed to begin throbbing at the most inopportune time. Isuelt had been dealing with a slight limp for the better part of half an hour, the shrill bite to the air not allowing her muscle any ease. However, luckily for her, she was entering Erin and Lydia's area of the West End. Isuelt quickly recalled that Erin had left an open invitation to the Scathachians if ever they needed assistance...or coffee.
It took the Judge only an instant to make her decision, and she was moving ahead toward the front door to the Isis Manor. A warm place to tend to her stitches, a hot cup of coffee and a friendly face or two. It was just what she needed.