Theronil Whitemorn woke as the sun peeked through the window of his room at the Fairbreeze Village inn. He winced as he opened his eyes in the bright light, then winced even more as he stretched. His leg cramped up suddenly. His whole body tensed up with the intense pain centered in his calf muscle, in his bad leg. It was normal for him to wake with cramps, but lately they had been getting worse.
His body was still tense, although in his mind he repeated the word ‘relax’ over and over. Relax, relax, relax… He tried bending his leg. He always tried bending it when it was this bad. It never worked. He grit his teeth and tossed his head back on the pillow as he straightened it again, which only served to send a new wave of pain over him. He held his breath. Relax, relax, relax…
A few seconds later, the tightened muscle slowly loosened. The pain subsided greatly. He could breathe again. A few minutes later, he sat up. The pain was back to normal now. He reached for the jar of salve from his bag, and opened it. He rubbed it over his injured leg. It had healed as much as it would, but the salve had a numbing agent in it. It helped take the edge off the pain. He also had a potion to take at nighttime to help him sleep, and another to help control the pain in the daytime. He reached for the daytime medicine after he finished rubbing on the salve, and measured it into a spoon that he kept with it before taking it. Having the correct dosage was very important with those two medicines. The herbalist in Dalaran was one of the best, but even she had trouble discerning how much he needed and how much was too much at first. It had been an awful couple of weeks with trial and error to finally get it right. She claimed it was different with everyone.
He stood, bearing most of his weight on his right leg, and limped to the closet where he had hung his robes. He needed some new ones. He decided the purple would work for today. He glanced at his armor as he put the robe on. Maybe tomorrow he would wear it.
If he didn’t wind up going home before then. Last night hadn’t went as well as it could have. He had told Isandri that he liked her a lot, and told her just how beautiful he thought she was. She didn’t seem to believe him, but they held hands and watched as the moon rose over the sea. Then she had to go home. He walked with her closer. He had tried to hide just how much his leg was causing at that moment, and tried not to limp. He told her goodnight and told her he would be there the next evening to see her again. Then he had tried to kiss her. She didn’t want to. It wasn’t romantic so close to her home, she said. It would have been romantic on the hill. He remembered looking back up the hill at that point and realizing just how steep it was.
He had messed up, but he would still go tonight. He would still climb that hill to see her. He only hoped she would still be there.