Elendil staggers in. "Nature defending herself, my ass...", he mutters.
He drags himself over to Thumbs. "I need whatever ya got for bandages. That mushroom concoction ain't the best to drink, but it will probably knit these gashes up pretty good. They're on fire, I need somethin' to put the fire out..."
If Med looks as if it is about to speak for them, then she will let him. Otherwise, she shrugs.
"Not sure we know much more than you. Less, perhaps. We heard cries for help, and came on these creatures attacking both this man and, ah, someone by the name of Sam. Seemed only right that we help out. I've never seen these creatures before," she pauses to spit in their direction, "but I know for certain that they aren't born of nature. Anyone else know what they might be? And more importantly, what they wanted, and whether there are more of them..."
As the crowds gather Pral stands proudly next to the corpses as the locals point and stare. But when Thumbs steps forwards and asks questions Pral deliberately shuffles sideways somewhat and ensures Talia is between him and Thumbs. "You answer him. I'm not good at explaining"
Med nods after Talia finishes her say, still worn out from dragging the corpse back. If only he had Pral's strength it would have been so much easier. Wiping sweat from his brow he responds still a little out of breath.
"The creature that Elendil killed and I dragged back was heading up the road toward the Collar. Is anyone familiar with what is or is rumored to be in that direction?"
No comments:
Post a Comment