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Terrick remained unconscious as Linden cleaned and re-bandaged the wound that had severed his calf muscle clear down to the bone and still did not wake as Bree entered Raven's house. But he did stir ever so slightly...


"Terrick!" a female voice called him, shrill, as if he were being scolded. "Put down that sword this instant!"

The boy, no older than 8, had been skewering imaginary monsters and he grinned sheepishly at the swordsman before him as he felt his mother's eyes on him from behind. "Awww, but I was just borrowing it for a minute so I could get the bad guys," the young Terrick protested.


His mother scowled and the boy handed the sharp instrument back to the swordsman, who laughed heartily at the boy's enthusiasm. "You'll make a fine swordsman one day boy! With a little bit of proper instruction, of course."


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Merek let Raven take him into the cell, then turned to face her, still hunched forward because of the wound on his back, nodding to her sadly. If he was to be turned over to the caravan guards, he had little doubt that they would not be inclined to follow elvish law. "Then you would condemn me, unless you do me the favor of being judge and executioner here and now."
 
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"I can see that," he said suspiciously. "But who are you? I don't recognize you from the caravan? How do I know you are not a bandit?"
She sighed. "I am an Elvish Sellsword, i was guarding the Caravan when two of my comrades left, i came looking for them after they did not return for several days." She said.
 
She sighed. "I am an Elvish Sellsword, i was guarding the Caravan when two of my comrades left, i came looking for them after they did not return for several days." She said.

Linden looked puzzled, but he didn't comment further. "Very well. I think Mavis has at least one broken rib but I don't know how to treat that. Perhaps you do?"
 
Linden stepped away from Mavis' bedside and allowed Bree to approach him. "Let me know if you need anything, I have to check on Terrick." He told her as he walked back into the main area of Raven's house where Terrick was still unconscious. There wasn't much more he could do for his friend, besides wait and see what happened. He had a feeling that it would be awhile before the guard could walk again... how would they make it back to the wagons?
 
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Bree looked back surprised, not expecting to hear Terrick was here, but as much as she wanted, she knew that Mavis needed her attention. She felt his ribs, finding that three we're broken, and and two we're fractured. She dug through her pack, pulling out some Bandages, Some oils, and a container of water, she opened the water container, and poured the oils in, making a painkiller, she poured it over the Broken and fractured Ribs. Rubbing it in, it would reduce the pain, she felt where it had broken, pushing from the back, and from the side, she carefully, painstakingly moved them back into place together, then she with one hand help it in place, with the other she wrapped the Bandage, making sure it held in place, she sighed, hoping he would be fine, she walked out of the room, catching sight of Terrick, knowing he was in bad condition.
 
Terrick remained unconscious as Linden cleaned and re-bandaged the wound that had severed his calf muscle clear down to the bone and still did not wake as Bree entered Raven's house. But he did stir ever so slightly...


"Terrick!" a female voice called him, shrill, as if he were being scolded. "Put down that sword this instant!"

The boy, no older than 8, had been skewering imaginary monsters and he grinned sheepishly at the swordsman before him as he felt his mother's eyes on him from behind. "Awww, but I was just borrowing it for a minute so I could get the bad guys," the young Terrick protested.


His mother scowled and the boy handed the sharp instrument back to the swordsman, who laughed heartily at the boy's enthusiasm. "You'll make a fine swordsman one day boy! With a little bit of proper instruction, of course."


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Merek let Raven take him into the cell, then turned to face her, still hunched forward because of the wound on his back, nodding to her sadly. If he was to be turned over to the caravan guards, he had little doubt that they would not be inclined to follow elvish law. "Then you would condemn me, unless you do me the favor of being judge and executioner here and now."
Raven shook her head, though not as an answer. "Sit before you fall down. You humans are so strange to me at times." She moved to close the door and leaned against the wall beside it, watching him through the bars. "Explain your actions, then. I may yet choose to intervene on your behalf."
 
"Do elves even get hungry?" Merek asked, lifting an eyebrow at her, for rumor stated that the race was immortal, needing no sustenance. "And I ain't meaning missin' a meal. But missin' so many that you can count every bone and you forget what it is to not be hungry. That you start seeing things so you know ain't there."
 
Bree looked back surprised, not expecting to hear Terrick was here, but as much as she wanted, she knew that Mavis needed her attention. She felt his ribs, finding that three we're broken, and and two we're fractured. She dug through her pack, pulling out some Bandages, Some oils, and a container of water, she opened the water container, and poured the oils in, making a painkiller, she poured it over the Broken and fractured Ribs. Rubbing it in, it would reduce the pain, she felt where it had broken, pushing from the back, and from the side, she carefully, painstakingly moved them back into place together, then she with one hand help it in place, with the other she wrapped the Bandage, making sure it held in place, she sighed, hoping he would be fine, she walked out of the room, catching sight of Terrick, knowing he was in bad condition.


Mavis didn't wake as Bree tended to him, although he did moan and shift restlessly throughout the entire proceedure.

When Bree entered the previous room, Linden was staring out the window towards Pike's body. The guard's death had left a greater hole in his heart than he had been letting on. Despite all.of his efforts not to, he couldn't help but think that if it hadn't been for him, Pike would still be alive... a the wagons, continuing safely with the caravan to their destination. He felt personally responsible...
 
"Do elves even get hungry?" Merek asked, lifting an eyebrow at her, for rumor stated that the race was immortal, needing no sustenance. "And I ain't meaning missin' a meal. But missin' so many that you can count every bone and you forget what it is to not be hungry. That you start seeing things so you know ain't there."
"Rarely" Raven answered "Are you hungry?" She asked, curiously.
 

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