"What's wrong with you?!" Jocelyn wailed, as she smashed the man over the head with Chris's detached leg. "He's still got feelings... and he hasn't done anything to harm you!"
She then grabbed hold of Chris, and dragged him away. "Come on... if we're lucky, we can find a blacksmith before the next ship departs..."
Poor Chris was still in tears.”why...why are you here?” He asked between sobs.
"To rescue you, of course!" Jocelyn whispered harshly. "I know I abandoned you, but I immediately felt bad about it... I shouldn't have done that! I'm so sorry
..."
Within a couple of minutes, they found a short, tubby dwarf removing white-hot rods of metal from his forge. He then dipped them into a bucket of water, producing a characteristic hissing sound, before placing them next to his empty workbench.
"Great, a blacksmith!" Jocelyn exclaimed in relief. "Excuse me, Sir... I have a fake here who needs fixing... his leg got torn off
. I don't have any money, but... could you fix him for me, please
?"
The dwarf looked at the two before nodded. “Sure...” he said feeling rather bad for Jocelyn.
He sat Chris down and started to work on reattaching his leg.
Within a couple of hours, the dwarf had finished work - and he handed Chris back to Jocelyn. "Thank you very much
!" she beamed happily, as she handed the dwarf a piece of bread. "I'm sorry it's not much, but it's all I can give..."
Unfortunately, because the dwarf had worked for free, he had done a rather shoddy job. This became evident when Jocelyn led Chris back to the docks - and the re-attached leg simply dragged along limply behind him. It was re-connected, but he had no use of it - and he simply had to hop...
Chris sighed as he hopped along. Though it wasn't the first time someone had done such a bad job. He kept quiet about it though...
Fortunately, Jocelyn already had a pair of tickets to take them onwards to Ulrikshaven - so, she didn't need to pay for more tickets with money she didn't have.
They did manage to climb aboard the next ship; however, they were exhausted - particularly Chris, who had hopped all the way there from the main market square. Still, now that he had a cabin to go to, he would be able to relax at last.
Meanwhile, Aliana knocked quietly on Kyle's door, in order to check up on him...
Kyle heard the door, and groaned. "I'm not even doing anything Nestor! Go away!"
Aliana snorted, and knocked louder.
"I'm not Dad!" she cried. "He's up in his room - falling over, I bet. I just wanted to see if you're doing okay? And whether you still want your kisses that you didn't get earlier
?"
Kyle frowned, though he did get up, and slowly went to the door, opening it. "You don't like me, so no thanks."