Bali stayed at the camp, brooding over the orc attack. He was glad that the group was safe, but he was deeply upset about the wagon, and even more worried about Arlome and Einin. They had never turned up, despite what Erulon had told him about the Ranger's ruse.
As he sat smokeing on a flat rock in the dell, his attention was brought to a strange lump on the hillside. It had something sticking out of it. A body; definantly, but the dwarf could not tell if it was an orc or something else. He decided to investigate.
Walking hurridly, he came to the sight of the body. His worst fears confirmed, he saw who it was. Burzdol.
Rushing to his side, Bali surveyed the elf. He had an arrow protruding from his back, and further investigation on the dwarve's part found a rusty knife in his side. The elf was obviously unconcious.
Calling for help from some of the Gondorians, they transported Burzdol over to the dell. There one of the men that was knowledgeable in that area removed the weapons, and applied a politice and bandage to both areas. They wrapped the elf in blankets, and kept him near a fire, adding a fresh Athelas plant to the wounds ever so often.
Belfalod had remained at the camp. Bali turned to him. "Here, take a torch and go into the woods, and look for more Athelas. We have alimited supply of it, and I doubt if it will last us the night. Go!"
The group waited anxiously for the return of their friends from the woods...
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