[Novnarwen]

Erfalas, Jack's character

“Imthôlion’s potent mixture has eased the pain to near nothing. I will be able to walk; tough I shall need a staff to lean upon. Ah, this will do nicely,” Erfalas said as he eyed a branch, which Imthôlion had used as a weapon, during their fight,

Erfalas sighed, halting. After the healing poison given from Imthôlion, he felt better, but still a bit awkward when he walked. He tried not to think about it, but couldn't help the feeling that he was slowing the group down. The group had to reach the camp, and they would certainly need to find the others too. Erfalas sighed again, as he rested; the others also slowed down their pace and took heed.

"After my calculations, I guess our camp will be about in that direction," Dunaire announced, pointing with his thin finger. Erfalas hoped Dunaire was correct; the group couldn't afford to lose more time. And he too, couldn't bear to walk unnecessary distances with his ankle.

After about 5 minutes, they stumbled over what before had been their fire (camp). It was turned out, just recently. "Do you think they have been here?" Erfalas asked, feeling his leg getting better every moment passing. "Nothing seems to be missing," Arilewen assured them, with great wonder in her voice though. Imthôlion held up some of their food provisions, making a grimace. Their drink was still there: everything was.

Dunaire announced: "This can only mean that Firiel, Rostion, Tanroth or Erkaliel haven't been here. No one has." "Then, where are they?" Erfalas cried out, confused over the whole situation. His question was answered with silence in the late night

[ November 24, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]