Woodsworth awakens well rested, the dim light of the room hazy, as he feels
stiff,. Something is wrong he is standing upright, there is something soft, tickling his leg, but in attempting to
investigate, Woodsworth can not move his body. One of his hands is stuck holding his staff, supporting some of his weight, as in his other, Caduceus sits, but his fur is stiff, discolored, and his face malformed. Woodsworth can see at the bottom edge of his vision what rests against his legs, against his legs is a mixture of gigantic plant clippings, and a radish, laid out underneath him is a huge, but simple
stone hammer, with a iron chisel that is equally as large. There is
movement, a large white form, which could easily be mistaken as a wall
moves, it is Reiga,
kneeling over Woodsworth with his eyes closed, breathing in deep
measures as he concentrates. In the room is the muffled sound of someone
snoring, as hazy forms of people lie on what appear to be raised flat
surfaces.
Any word spoken by Woodsworth is not heard. Something
else, calls out. A voice, something felt but not heard, different,
alien, but familiar.
"Caretaker, your flock congregates seeking aid, some have been injured and may not make it through the night. We humbly ask: please bestow us the blessings of Caduceus."
A ring that can be felt, not heard, a soft gasp. And a pulse of energy radiates from Woodsworth. And then the void of sleep returns.