Edgewater Starving, Blacksmith's Daughter Hurt, Dangerous Attempts To Heal

... I woke up this morning groggy and tired - But that has been the case the last couple of weeks now that Edgewater is starving with trade routes cut off and the winter monsoon continuing to rage on. The storm prevents the local fishermen from catching anything more than the most negligible of fish, definitely not sustainable so long as the ocean continues to kick up. Rolim says we don't have nearly enough food from the farm to continue to provide Edgewater with provisions like we have been, meaning our supplies are slowing and dwindling. A scary thought, because without our food - the town is sure to collapse twice as fast as it was before - the baker would have to find other means of wheat, the tavern another means of hops. However, Aywin remains confident that Edgewater will weather the storm, and is always quick to point out that we have dealt with harsh conditions before.

I am not too sure, though. The conjunction of the Orc attacks, the closing of our trading routes, and the storm land-locking us has taken a heavy toll on the city. To make matters worse, influxes of sick and injured refugee's and other traveler's only further stretch our already limited resources, seeking shelter and even healing from me. Word of my abilities has spread these past few years, and I would be lying if I said I didn't worry that my actions will compromise not only myself, and the life I lead today - but also Rolim and Aywin's life as well. All we can do is continue to sell our crops at a lower price, in the hopes it eases the starvation around town, a notion that I have to believe in. If I don't, what hope is there anyways?

I was talking to a few people around town yesterday, I was out and about walking to the tavern in order to drop off the -...

*(Later that night)*

... I was forced to stop writing due to a loud commotion coming from the center of town. Intrigued, I checked what was happening and there seemed to have been an accident involving Nala, the local blacksmith's daughter. She was hit by a cart full of drunken, belligerent dwarves on their way to the Calgora Isle. As she laid on the ground, unresponsive, I rushed to her aid. Over her, the mysterious blue Dragonborn that appeared in town the previous month was kneeling, his hand over her body (I wish I knew more about where he comes from...) Anyways, I saw a familiar sight, as his hands began to glow ever so slightly. It was definitely some form of magic, like my abilities - but it was different. Could it have been his attempts to heal her? An interesting thing to consider, that the town may have another healer now.

Whatever he had done to her, didn't seem to have any effect. Nala was still unconscious, but alive. I had Argen (the name of the blue dragonborn) carry her to my cabin on our ranch, and laid her on my bed. The impact caused serious damage, and my usual techniques didn't seem to have much effect. That being said, I did manage to keep her breathing, as well as close her wounds - keeping her stable. Now it is just a matter of her waking up naturally.
 
Will check on her every hour.