Bulvard stirred and looked around dazedly. As his blurred vision grew focused, he peered at the ones that tended him. They were a beautiful sight indeed. The elf
healers gently raised him upright and offered him a drink. The elvish drink quickly
freshened the warrior and he found his strength returning.
He vaguely remembered what had transpired and was surprised to know the fate of Aronja. The other's had given up the bird for dead but Bulvard shared a life bond with the creature and as his strength and vigour returned the falcon stirred and roused as well. Bulvard groggily tended to it's wounds. The tip of the arrow was defintely elven. What elf would dare to attack this alliance?
The warrior spent the rest of the day recuperating along with the ones that had
healed him and rescued him as well. Bulvard grimly expressed his gratitude to Ain and Gwyn, and they acknowledged that he would do the same for them. To Elanor and Elwyn, he pledged aid in every way possible.
The imminent danger was now passed, but a few of their party was still at large.
Most noteworthy being the leader of this expidition, Calixto.
Where were they?
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IN STEEL I TRUST, BY CROM!
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