Outside the gates...

Outside the gates of Shadowdale, Pathea laid by a tree, her face gaunt, pallid, bruises and deep blue veins prominent on her waxy, pale skin, as if someone had drained the life from her. She would ask the guards to please retrieve the knight Cleophus or any other Lathanderites if they were there, but before long, a dark ranger came along, hoisting her over his shoulder through the east and toward the Crossroads, eventually placing her on the wagon and carrying her through Freehaven. She has not been seen since, except in Freehaven by the fire, though a few may have seen them pass, her weak frame in his arms.

The Lathanderite priest came, and found her. He found her healed of the negative energy wounds, but found her injured from perhaps battle. They spoke long by the fire, and he took a ragged piece of paper and a carved wooden object from her. She walked toward the inn, and spoke with the man that took her for a long time.

And then she was free.

She limped slowly out of Freehaven, onto the caravan. She exited at the Crossroads, sighing as she made the long trek back to the only place she was welcome, even if only barely -- The Krag.