Sessie 7

Getting out of the cage was easy, they just let me out.
Move infromation, thats was i need.
Barkeep is a loose lipped man who doesn't have much info but hes not shy about sharing.
Apparently theres this water well thats clogged with plants. Plants that look way more alive then they should.
 
The ranger, Zieran he said his name was, is drunk and doesn't want to be here but i smooth my way over with more ale for the men. He's coming with us to the farmstead and isn't thrilled because there was an attack and people died.
 
Letting June and Thorr go to our rooms, me and Lud go to the named clogged well.
The plants growing inside are the same type as the zombie plant. But they don't do anything. i bring a piece with me.
 
Outside the cranes overview office center theres a dwarf. ( Brantrum)
The dwarf is wild, old and disconnected. but he's intresting. So much raw power.
Cranes with roots, roots climbing in the cranes" He says.
The god are happy, two metal arms ?!?
Gans naam: Kronken. He can spit fire.
He knows something
 
He is an Iron eater. He says knows my arm.
What do you want here, "The woods klimding inside itself " Whatever that means.
Trinkets. That's what he likes. He works here we get out of him but the questions in the back of my mind aren't enough.
Inside the overview office, the arcane ledger starts shaking and whispering. I'm gonna write my name inside i think. What could go wrong.
 
We also talk with the incompetent people trying to fix the cranes, and find the rail manual Immediately.
They don't agree with Therium. They like a guy named Vexcoun ( Lets find him ) He leads the people who want to keep the cranes.
 
We talk about the dwarf and how he's able to help with fixing the cranes.
 
The evening is growing late and we decide to go bed.
 
We walk around the camp and i see the tent, the one where that man/ dragon was struggling, and cant help myself. I slip inside and look around but i can't get my eyes on anything else but this man. It seems no one cares about him, or else he wouldn't still be lying here breathing heavy... this man is Dying.
 
My fingers itch and tingle and before i know what i'm doing, my hands are on the mans chest. Light streams beween his wounds, his loose flesh seemingly knitting back together by my touch. I'm healing him and it's the best feeling i've ever had.