Kiral spent the day laying until the clinician was able to craft what looked very similar to a sling, but much tighter, and had splints on it, too, holding Kiral's left arm right against his chest without it moving, even if he wanted to. It was already sundown by the time he was allowed to leave, and he still didn't know where the hell to go. However, like other villages and towns, it wasn't hard to find the inn. Kiral reached for his money, but the pouch was missing from his belt. Shit. Probably White or Mahi has it.