[shieldmaiden]

As Baranthol sat down a strange pain striked him. He realised that he had another wound, a nasty cut on his belly . He was sure about one thing, he wouldn't tell anyone about this one. "Could you give me some bandages? For my arm, you see," he asked the Dwarf. "And thank you for your offer, Elwood, but I would like to tend my wounds myself. Though, I could use some medical plants if you have them."