He was one of the few who had not been injured in the recent encounter. After he had seen Telpeheled come back around he smiled...the elf would be alright. He wandered back over to Erdamineon.
"How are you friend?" He looked to the wound "Can you see? It has already begun to close. The grace of the Valar is with you." He smiled.
He took the moment to sit down next to the elf, grey eyes moving across the camp. Everyone was alive and recovering...no one had been injured beyond healing. He was grateful. Though athelas was very potent, it had its limits. His thoughts came back around and he looked to the fallen wolves.
"If we stay here then we should remove the carnage...orcs are drawn to the scent of death." He looked around, "Though I suggest we relocate for the time being so as to avoid any unwelcome guests."
He looked to Bordarigorn for approval or dismissal. It was true they had injured, but he was still strong, he would help move them until they got their feet about them.
"Bordarigorn...what is your say on the matter?"
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Ad Astra Per Aspera (A rough road leads to the stars)
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens"
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