Chapter 13
Legolas and his scouting party huddled on the flet, their knees bent and backs pressed straight against the trunk of a sturdy oak. Holil on his left groaned and rubbed his legs.
~They should really fix these flets.~ He commented crunching his legs again to keep them out of the rain's reach, which was ironically ankle distance for the majority of them.
Iiten laughed jovially. He was considerably shorter than the rest of them, not that it mattered when one was an archer. ~It would put us on even ground when it came to races, if you all became stooped.~ ~Ah, but stooped legs uncoiling do give tremendous momentum. Especially to smaller objects.~ Holil commented. Iiten laughed lightly. ~You would not knock me off.~ ~Oh and why would we not?~ ~It does seem rather appealing at the moment.~ He laughed again. ~Frankly I doubt the lot of you would be able to carry me to the nearest village. You haven't the patience.or the strength!~ ~That's true, considering the fact that you probably wouldn't be able to land correctly.~ ~Don't be silly such a fall wouldn't hurt me in the slightest.~ ~If you insist.~ Several relieved cramped muscles in unison. Iiten having been propelled so suddenly didn't have the chance to be surprised before he was suddenly and completely drenched. As well as off the flet. A crash sounded shortly after bringing the entire group to their feet.
~Iiten!~ ~Are you alright?~ ~Iiten?~
~Holil does seem to know me better than I do myself. I do believe. I've broken something. You had better be right about my second comment too.~
The bone was broken in several places and in one place protruded from his leg entirely. Iiten had the unfortunate luck to have landed half on a rock. They were hesitant to move him at first but necessity won and they sheltered him with cloaks as they bound his injuries to the extent that they could. However their simple supplies, meant for minor slashes, cuts and bruises were not equipped to deal with such a serious injury. They had to seek a hunting outpost or village with more medicinal supplies that could treat such an injury.
~I cannot begin to express my regret to you Iiten. I acted rashly and now you are severely injured. Can you forgive me?~
~I'm not quite sure, ask me again when I can walk. Though I do admit if it had been you I'd probably have laughed quite the same.~
Iiten proved wrong on both accounts. They could carry him and they did have the patience to bear him to the nearest dwelling. A hunting outpost that was continuously manned was in the area so that's where he was taken. However upon their arrival they were informed that their herb stock had run low, due to the lack of experienced healers and a draught earlier that year.
~We are deeply grieved that we cannot do more than make him comfortable. All our herbs were long since depleted tending injuries of a battle with orcs a few weeks ago. We have searched for more but without a proper healer or more of the herbs there is little we can do.~ Another warrior who had been tending to Iiten told them. ~Which herbs, perhaps we can search for them.~ Holil asked. ~The Silver Fern for infection and more importantly Sucor to stop the bleeding.~ Glances passed through the group, seeking for one who could identify the plant. ~Do you have pictures of them?~ The warrior shook his head. ~They had been sent to us from the palace's healers in a dried form. We don't know their appearances. However from dealing with it them do know that Sucor has a sharp smell almost like a spice, and the Silver fern is of course silver tinted.~ ~Do you know where they would grow?~ ~No, however there is a village three hours run directly south of here. They would probably have some in stock.~ ~Thank you.~ Holil told the warrior, who nodded and left their area of the flet. Holil faced the group. ~I'm running to the village, for herbs. Will some of you consent to come with me?~ Several stepped forward, gathering their bows and other assorted weaponry as they headed towards Holil. Legolas watched them pass him and grasped arms with Holil. ~We shall remain here in the event that the outpost be attacked or a quicker solution be found. Good luck.~
Legolas and his scouting party huddled on the flet, their knees bent and backs pressed straight against the trunk of a sturdy oak. Holil on his left groaned and rubbed his legs.
~They should really fix these flets.~ He commented crunching his legs again to keep them out of the rain's reach, which was ironically ankle distance for the majority of them.
Iiten laughed jovially. He was considerably shorter than the rest of them, not that it mattered when one was an archer. ~It would put us on even ground when it came to races, if you all became stooped.~ ~Ah, but stooped legs uncoiling do give tremendous momentum. Especially to smaller objects.~ Holil commented. Iiten laughed lightly. ~You would not knock me off.~ ~Oh and why would we not?~ ~It does seem rather appealing at the moment.~ He laughed again. ~Frankly I doubt the lot of you would be able to carry me to the nearest village. You haven't the patience.or the strength!~ ~That's true, considering the fact that you probably wouldn't be able to land correctly.~ ~Don't be silly such a fall wouldn't hurt me in the slightest.~ ~If you insist.~ Several relieved cramped muscles in unison. Iiten having been propelled so suddenly didn't have the chance to be surprised before he was suddenly and completely drenched. As well as off the flet. A crash sounded shortly after bringing the entire group to their feet.
~Iiten!~ ~Are you alright?~ ~Iiten?~
~Holil does seem to know me better than I do myself. I do believe. I've broken something. You had better be right about my second comment too.~
The bone was broken in several places and in one place protruded from his leg entirely. Iiten had the unfortunate luck to have landed half on a rock. They were hesitant to move him at first but necessity won and they sheltered him with cloaks as they bound his injuries to the extent that they could. However their simple supplies, meant for minor slashes, cuts and bruises were not equipped to deal with such a serious injury. They had to seek a hunting outpost or village with more medicinal supplies that could treat such an injury.
~I cannot begin to express my regret to you Iiten. I acted rashly and now you are severely injured. Can you forgive me?~
~I'm not quite sure, ask me again when I can walk. Though I do admit if it had been you I'd probably have laughed quite the same.~
Iiten proved wrong on both accounts. They could carry him and they did have the patience to bear him to the nearest dwelling. A hunting outpost that was continuously manned was in the area so that's where he was taken. However upon their arrival they were informed that their herb stock had run low, due to the lack of experienced healers and a draught earlier that year.
~We are deeply grieved that we cannot do more than make him comfortable. All our herbs were long since depleted tending injuries of a battle with orcs a few weeks ago. We have searched for more but without a proper healer or more of the herbs there is little we can do.~ Another warrior who had been tending to Iiten told them. ~Which herbs, perhaps we can search for them.~ Holil asked. ~The Silver Fern for infection and more importantly Sucor to stop the bleeding.~ Glances passed through the group, seeking for one who could identify the plant. ~Do you have pictures of them?~ The warrior shook his head. ~They had been sent to us from the palace's healers in a dried form. We don't know their appearances. However from dealing with it them do know that Sucor has a sharp smell almost like a spice, and the Silver fern is of course silver tinted.~ ~Do you know where they would grow?~ ~No, however there is a village three hours run directly south of here. They would probably have some in stock.~ ~Thank you.~ Holil told the warrior, who nodded and left their area of the flet. Holil faced the group. ~I'm running to the village, for herbs. Will some of you consent to come with me?~ Several stepped forward, gathering their bows and other assorted weaponry as they headed towards Holil. Legolas watched them pass him and grasped arms with Holil. ~We shall remain here in the event that the outpost be attacked or a quicker solution be found. Good luck.~