Bali sat looking into the fire, trying to think clearly. How had Burzdol been shot without anyone seeing it? And further more, none of the orcs had bows except the goblins, which had attacked at the other end of the fighting.
Putting this at the back of his mind, be looked over and saw Ani Dao walk away from the fire, bound for the fields. The dwarf felt very sorry for her, knowing what fast friends she and Burzdol had become.
"Is there any chance for him?" "Aye, there's some chance," answered the healer, "but not a great one. He was lucky that he had armor over his back, or he wouldn't be here now. The arrow was well fired. It woul have hit the heart through the back if not for this mail, here. But its the knife that has me worried. It was a bit rusty, and though I didn't find any fragments in the wound, they could exist. That's where the real problem is. I'd say he has about a thirty-percent chance of survival as of now."
"Well, then there's some hope for him. He has some strength in him, that elf does.
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Belfalod walked into the woods. He wondered if Burzdol would survive the arrow the orc had landed in the elve's back. If he had had a clear shot, he would have hit Burzdol, but instead had instructed several other orcs to fire at him. He cursed himself mentally for not telling them to use poisen. But he had had no time.
Sadly, he was looking for athelas, the one thing that would give the elf a chance to live. The man smiled to himself. He would take his time.
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