... Ceirwan.
"Elspeth! I've been tryin' to contact ye all day!" he said, adding exasperatedly, "What in Lud's name are ye doin' sleeping in the Healer's Hall?"
I lifted my throbbing head and realised I was indeed, lying in a bed in the Healer's Hall.
"I-, I'm-" I began, but was cut short as Roland strided into the room.
"Ah, Elspeth, yer up," he said, "Two of the younger Futuretellers helped me to bring you in. They said something about seeing you crash into a wall ...?" He looked at me questioningly, and my cheeks coloured with embarrassment at my clumsiness.
Once again, I opened my mouth to speak, wondering if I was, in fact, disorientated in some way by the fumes of the privy, but this time Ceirwan broke in impatiently.
"Elspeth, there is a guildmerge - a proper guildmerge, with the regular guildleaders - in an hour! We need to discuss the pirate situation. Thank Lud I found ye - Rushton's been in a terrible mood - I'm no' quite sure wha' he would have done if you had missed it. Oh, tha' reminds me," he added, searching his pockets, "He ask'd me to give ye this." He procured a small piece of paper and handed it to me.
The message was cold and succinct.
Elspeth - Remain after guildmerge; I need to speak with you.Roland asked if I wanted him to draw away the pain in my head and heal the hives and I nodded absently, hardly hearing what he said.
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Please excuse my terrible highlander accent! I remember someone saying before that they often start morphing into Hagrid's, but mine wasn't even that! :P