Approaching the front porch...

A half-ogre dressed in bright yellow leather armor, and carrying a large metal-banded club, steps off the road.

"Excuse me, but might Guild Mistress Kalei be in? I wasn't able to talk to her much last gather about becoming a healer. I am hoping she might be less busy now that the gather is past."

"Greetings Trench. I think we talked for a few moments about your interest at the past gather. Please step on inside and get warm my friend. Mistress Kalei will be around shortly." states Alexander as he cycles the ward for Trench.

"Ah yes, we did talk about it." Trench says as he enters. "Thank you for bringing me to Mistress Kalei's attention."

"No problem Trench. It will be good to have another healer in our ranks. Since half ogres are built for battle, you may wish to speak with Ryan, the new head guardian in the guild, that is if your more interested in fighting than healing."

As the world shakes, Trench falls to his knees, barely holding himself up with his grip on his club. A mighty heave of the ground sends Trench the rest of the way down, his club flying free to smash into the nearby fireplace.

Eventually the ground stops shaking and a dazed half-ogre picks himself off the ground, first grabbing his weapon, and then using it to heave himself up, wobbling a bit as he tries to find his balance.

"Is everyone alright?" he calls around him, looking out the door through the wards to the rest of the town.

After a few minutes, Alexander rouses after being hit on the head by a shield, shaken loose from the wall. Doning his armor and swords, he walks outside rubbing his head, in a very very bad mood.

Trench follows Alexander out of the HG, using his club as a walking stick.

From out of the woods Trench approaches the Healer's Guild's porch. "Would Mistress Kalei happen to be in? Unfortunately I somehow seemed to have gotten lost in the woods and missed the gather."