[Burzdol]

Islist seperated himself from the story telling group, and got out his favorite throwing knife. He brandished it as he traveled farther out. The ranger stopped in a clearing. With a swift throw, he buried the knife in the nearest tree with no particular intent. A rustle suddenely was heard behind him. He spun, and was about to throw, when Hellen stepped out.

"Why there you are Islist. I've been looking for you," the plump women said, walking to the man.

"Yes, well, you found me. What is it that you wanted to talk about?" he asked.

"Well, your father. He said he would be alright, but that was an understatement. His wound was infected by poison, orc poison. The wound was immediatly cared for, but it'll be awhile 'till he'll be okay again. You okay?"

Islist face showed his emotions more than usual. He looked down at the ground, and started, "He will be okay, won't he? I lost my mother to those foul beasts, and I'm not going to lose my father!"

"He'll be fine, I swear on my life......" the man left her talking to herself.

As he left he said," Don't expect me back all that soon. And then he was gone, the old women slowly walked back to the camp. Islist watched from atop a nearby tree, as soon as she was gone he hopped down. He went back to the clearing and sat in thought. Another noise in the bush revealed Elleraden, but Islist never raised his head.

"I followed Hellen here, thought you might need a drink," he said holding up a mug.

"I thank you, my friend. For everything," he said looking at the other ranger. Elleraden sat with Islist, talking and drinking, passing the hours in each others company.