A young gray skinned drow with dark red eyes and short braided hair wearing
a pair of black leather and a charcoal gray robe was lying in the middle of
a field barely able to move he was lying there for what seemed like hours
until
he herd a clanking sound like someone was carrying a lot of equipment.
The clanking got closer and closer soon the clanking was close enough for
him to identify the different
clanks.
The first series of clank he herd came from jingling post and pans
the second came from a weapon ,
by the sound it made rattling in its sheath it was probably a
rapier.
Out of the corner of his left eye he saw a female hlafling running
toward him sense his vision had begun to blur he cloud not
really make out what she was wearing.
Before long he saw the face of a female hafling stairing at him she
had pretty brown an partially braided hair and along pony tail.
After stairing at him for a wile she turned and ran of the young drow
stood and yelled Wight don't leave m
before he could get the me part out he fell back down and be began and
started blacking out before
he completely lost conchesnes he felt like he was being picked up and
carried his feet weren't far
of the ground so he knew the person or creator doing the carrying
wasent very tall,
The last thing he herd be for he past out was a grumbling female voice
say, the day I decide
too help a dieing elf he would be nearly two hundred pounds!