I was definitely woozy when I got back up, but I insisted that I could work, so I switched places with Hal to keep the façade going and Milly went back to the kitchens, but we needn't have bothered. Most of the regulars had left, and those who'd seen a bleeding guy were on their way out too. The only ones that remained were those still worried about Derrick. I told them that we'd managed to knock him out and planned on taking him to the temple in the morning, but that didn't reassure them. If anything, their faces scrunched up horribly.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Aye, I forget sometimes you're not from around here," said one older man with a large wart covering half his nose. "I don't know how they handle healers where you're from, but here the church is lucky to hold on to any they find. Usually the crown takes the best of them. They only healer they've left us here isn't much good. If it's a small fix, just something that can't be reached--"