Leena was greatful for the arm since she was now having problems standing. The battle lust had now worn off and all of her old aches decided to combine with her new ones.
"You've no idea how relieved I am to see you right now, thank Nienna. It took much longer than anticipated to reach here. How many in the village survived? And what of the House?"
Laurel didn't look at the priestess when she asked the questions.
"Well," the young sheild-maiden started, "The House and village were hit at the same time. Many were lost on both sides and the village got hazed a bit as you can tell. We have a whole house set up just to take care of the sick."
Leena looked back over her shoulder before they entered into the sick house Laurel had just spoken of.
"You might be needing to set up another one. The army has many wounded amoung their ranks, almost as many as are whole."
Laurel looked at Leena quickly, then turned and led the way into a small room where only an old man lay sleeping. "There's something you should know. During the battle Sir Kestner was hit by a dart and killed."
Leena blinked and then blinked again. Finally she nodded and started to walk past Laurel who tried to put a hand on her. With a look the priestess turned the leader away. Leena held her arms tight about her as she walked through and out of the sick house where new Rohirrim were being brought in for treatment. Once the priestess reached the outside she went to a small side street, knelt down and started a death prayer and chant; gently she rocked back and forth as she went through the haunting, swaying motions that would help Thagon's spirit, and hers as well.
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