Hinura sighed fretfully at seeing such a lovely day go downhill so quickly, then headed over to where Andreth was piling the fir boughs and saplings for the Ranger's sledge. Before coming West of the Misty Mountains, her family had lived in a small settlement that had gotten it's livelihood out of woodcraft. She wasn't an artisan of any such trade, but putting such a thing together wouldn't be difficult.
Rummaging through her pack, Hinura found a length of twine. Choosing the stronger saplings that Andreth had found, Hinura drew her knife and began to quietly fashion a frame for the sledge, glancing occasionally at the injured Ranger to judge his proportions to the proportions of the sledge.
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