[Vox]

"Oh!" said the girl, a little startled by the innkeeper's own surprise. "No, no, that's ok, I'm fine..." she weakly protested even as she allowed him to help her sit on a bench. "I'm really okay. It's just that there were all these sneak attacks...under a fog that we blamed on them but found out later that they blamed on us...warriors prepare for a battle, but get hit without knowing how or why, and by the time they can react, they've already been defeated." She stopped talking, dimly aware that her words might sound like absolute gibberish.

[EDIT: Oops, I gtg, and I'm not sure if we can double post, so let me try this...]

The girl swayed in her seat, lulled by the innkeeper's ministration, then fainted. The coins clutched in her hand clattered onto the floor as she pitched forward unconscious. Her even breathing showed that she was not near death, merely exhausted.