Darnell: *sits back, trying to remember* Must have been...well, it was over a half-year ago-Oh! No, I take that back. *sheepish grin* I owe my life to /two/ spirit wielders, though the healer working with the first one /might/ have been able to save me on his own. The first time . . . well, I'm a detective by trade. It was one of my first cases. The villain got the jump on me - beat me, poisoned me, stripped me of everything, and left me for dead in a field far from the village I was investigating in. Fortunately, the lady of that land found me and had me brought home. A wielder in the household worked carefully alongside the healer until I regained consciousness. *small grin* I happened to get a good look at my attendant, realized she was a half-blood, and a wielder, and she offered to heal me the rest of the way, which I accepted. Second time, I was on my way home from a case and just stopping to set camp when bandits found me... */frowns/* Like they did the evening Rai died. *yes, calls him by name, /remembers/ the boy's name* I was stabbed and again left for dead. They got me here. *points to his stomach at the angle the blade went in* I was bleeding out and couldn't breathe when a j'har woman found me. She was a wielder, and a runaway whose master had been a forester before he died, so she knew the forests and how to survive. She took a chance and saved me. As thank you, I gave her some of my supplies. I was close enough to home that I could get by until I got home and could buy more. *shrugs*