Dru You Know...?

"I should have never shown my face! What was I thinking, going in such array?" Words such as those continued to play through Dru's head as she mentally slapped herself around.

He recognized her. Claimed she seemed familiar.

She would have to show her face sooner or later, for what Davamir needed her too do. But she certainly did not need someone to know who she was so soon before she was leaving Bree! What if he knew? What if he told folk around Bree who she was?

Dru had no way of knowing Master Dimheim was at the Harvest Ball the evening before she visited him. He wore a mask! But she was still foolish, to be dressed so for the ball. Then to allow him to catch a glimpse of the face beneath her hood as he examined her wrists.

There was no way to go back and fix it. Only to move forward. She simply would have to be more careful from then on.
He gave her exercises to do; to strengthen her wrists, he had said. He also told her she ought to visit two to three times a week to check progress, until she left.

Fortunately, she had not told him where it was she was going. Too much harm. She knew all too well how much harm one simple person could cause for her life.