*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

Alfric groaned as he reluctantly followed Edmund. The descent was even more of a struggle than the ascent had been. When he reached the last few rungs his arm was shaking and he lost his grip, tumbling down and landing on his back beside Edmund.
 
Edmund, with a worried expression on his face, immediately reached down to help Alfric up. "When did you last have something to drink?" He asked concernedly.
 
Alfric used Edmunds hand to haul himself up and then steadied himself against the ladder.
"I can't remember.." He said drowsily.
 
Alfric used Edmunds hand to haul himself up and then steadied himself against the ladder.
"I can't remember.." He said drowsily.
"Will, fetch this man something to drink immediately," Edmund commanded Will, who was still in the storeroom. He hurried off to retrieve a drink.
"Sit a minute while we wait, okay?" Edmund said. He was eager to find Fawn, but that would have to wait until his guide was refreshed.
 
Alfric thanked Edmund and then took a seat on a nearby barrel. The darkness was making him very drowsy.
Will returned post haste with a mug of cider in hand. Edmund took the drink from him once he was halfway down the ladder and handed it to Alfric, then he went to help Will down the remaining rungs.
"Thank you, Will," he said quietly. He then turned his attention to Alfric. "Will that suffice for now?" He asked hopefully.
 
Alfric nodded and took the cider from Edmund, drinking long and deep. He came up for air only once the mug had been emptied. He licked his lips and sighed contently.
 
Alfric nodded and took the cider from Edmund, drinking long and deep. He came up for air only once the mug had been emptied. He licked his lips and sighed contently.
While Alfric refreshed himself, Edmund paced the room they were in. It was obviously a cellar. The crates and barrels stacked to the ceiling made that quite clear.

(Isn't the door to where Fawn is another floor below?)
 

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