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Freyn stood in the open cavern, clambering in as much of an ordered fashion as he could, attempting to clear the stone from the entrance. He felt the slapping of puddles of water against the soles of his boots, and breathed heavily. In the back of his mind, the warning of his gut rang out.
‘Aye, I knew there would be happenings…but this…’ he thought to himself.
He had no time to finish his musings, for he heard a call ring out for his aid. One of the Elves had injured her leg, and he saw them carrying her in on a makeshift stretcher.
As they eased her down, he peered over her damaged leg. She winced as he carefully touched the swelling, and mumbled.
“I shall bandage it, and that should help it stay from any more damage…but I’ll wager you’ll be carried the rest of the way…”
Reaching into his waist pack, he took out some thin bandages, and wasted no time in bandaging the swollen ankle. Grinning lightly at his handiwork, and securing her boot, he said.
“There, that is all that can be done for now…” he said, stretching back up and smiling wearily. Casting an eye over his shoulder, he went back to his musing.
‘A fine fix we have ourselves in’ he thought.
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