I woke up in a crater. The long scar in the land made by my crash landing was filled with debris. The woman that had helped me before was passed out a few feet away. Blood pooled around her. Her wounds looked deep. I found a stick and lit the end on fire. The flame died down and I ran the hot end over her wounds to burn them shut. I looked around. Jack had been going the same way I had been flying. So If I flew straight from the end of the crater I should find them.
"Thanks. I would have died had you not attacked." The woman said.
"No problem. I do have a question. Why were they attacking you?"
"The commanders sent us to slaughter the citizens of Gorn. We were told that it was a bandit camp. I found out it was a village and was the only one to refuse to follow the Command. My commander took pleasure in the raid and then set to punishing me."
"I see. Well, I'm going after them. If you head back to Gorn you'll find a alchemy shop with a hole in the roof. Their should be a few vials of medicine to properly treat those wounds."
"I wouldn't bother. By now the commanders have reached a town, and unless you plan on slaughtering innocent civilians you'll have to wait."