[Child of the 7th Age]

Andreth's jaw dropped open in disbelief. How could Holly possibly mistake an Elf for an Orc, even a half-Orc? But then she remembered how, just a minute before, she'd looked into Holly's face, yet never really seen her. If Holly hadn't said something to bring her to her senses, she might have raised her hatchet and brought it down on the hobbit's head. Thank goodness that hadn't happened.

Strangely enough, no one stepped forward to help Nardol. Holly and Bird seemed frozen into place. Perhaps they feared his wrath, since he was indeed cursing loudly, and glaring in the direction of the lean-to.

Keeping a wary eye on the remaining three Orcs, she quickly ran over to Nardol, and asked if he needed help. The Elf was sitting on a log and trying to dislodge the offending missile that, thankfully, did not seem to be too deeply embedded. He looked at her with a stern face and quickly asked, "Daughter of Man, did you shoot this arrow?"

"Not I," stammered the girl, "but never mind about that. Come here with me so we can get that tended."

Andreth attempted to drag the Elf over to the shelter of the lean-to so that Holly or Bird could help him, since they seemed to know more about healing skills than she did.