Sharing
The weight of the long night before was eased by a day of rest. Spending the day in his room Braz washed himself, then all of his clothes and rolled them with scented flowers. The long month spent mainly in armour had not suited him.
He was excited to see Alke - it was her birthday and they shared that. It would be nice to spend the day not thinking about their burden. It was a huge surprise to Braz to find that it was, in fact, the birthday of all the party members - Braz was surprised by the generosity of some of their benefactors - a set of lovely plants had been left in their rooms and the bathhouse had been rented privately for their entertainment. But most exciting of all was what happened in the Hall of Heroes.
Kyrah had brought them back to the halls of stories, the rooms of myth and legend, and it had been decreed that the party were to have a room dedicated to them. It was currently fairly empty, but there were the most amazing reliefs carved and painted into the wall. Braz stood taller as he gazed upon the image of himself. He hoped he could live up to this image.
The afternoon was the best Braz had ever spent, not since his days as a calf with his mother and father close by had he felt so relaxed - but that might have been the strange creeping mist sent by the Oracle.
Much of the evening was a blur but he remembered the sharing of baby photos, history lessons and musical recitals. It truly was a day that would live long in the memory - and the warm waters of the bathhouse soothed deep into his bones as to almost wash away his pains.