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piosenniel · 12-10-2002, 03:20 AM

Holly blanched as she watched the Elf attempting to dislodge the arrowhead from his leg. She recognized the ebon shaft and the red index feather as the one she had gotten in her travels to Pelargir, from the Southron. ‘Why did I leave that one in my quiver?’ she moaned inwardly to herself, knowing that the sharp, slender point was triple barbed. She motioned for Olo, standing to one side of the shelter with Peri to come assist Bird with Volondil.

She rummaged through the large pack on Peri’s back and found her medicinal kit. From her belt she drew a slender knife and approached the Elf, still seated on the log. ‘I’m Holly, Sir.’ she said keeping one eye on his wary face and the other alert for signs that he might consider her a foe. Stopping well away from his seated reach, she knelt down and placing her kit within his view she opened it and drew out a bottle of stout grain alcohol and bathed the knife blade in its running stream as she poured.

‘Tear the cloth of your breeches away from the wound.’ she directed the Elf. When he hesitated, she told him that the arrowhead was of southern metal, with three pair of razor sharp barbs. It was designed for bow fishing for medium sized fish, and that the barbs were intended to allow the user to reel the fish in once they were set. ‘If you will allow me, I will remove it for you and dress the wound.’

She stepped nearer as he tore open his pant leg. She asked him to stabilize the arrow shaft as she pulled off his boot. Kneeling down beside him, she bent his knee, placing his foot flat on the ground so the muscle was relaxed, then bathed a large area round the circumference of his leg. A quick flick of her knife just beyond the arrow’s embedded point and one smooth push on the shaft – the barbed tip emerged from the skin at the back of his upper calf. She cut the bindings which held it to the shaft and pulled both of them free. More alcohol to bathe the site, an unguent of aloe and comfrey, then a neat dressing of moss secured with cloth strips, deftly tied.

‘It will be sore for a few days, but usable. You can drink some willow-bark tea to help with the pain. Just watch for any festering. I have poultices for that should you require one.’

She stepped back from him, and gathered up her kit quickly, retreating to the side of the ranger, Volondil, to check on his wounds.

12-10-2002, 03:20 AM	#126
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Holly blanched as she watched the Elf attempting to dislodge the arrowhead from his leg. She recognized the ebon shaft and the red index feather as the one she had gotten in her travels to Pelargir, from the Southron. ‘Why did I leave that one in my quiver?’ she moaned inwardly to herself, knowing that the sharp, slender point was triple barbed. She motioned for Olo, standing to one side of the shelter with Peri to come assist Bird with Volondil. She rummaged through the large pack on Peri’s back and found her medicinal kit. From her belt she drew a slender knife and approached the Elf, still seated on the log. ‘I’m Holly, Sir.’ she said keeping one eye on his wary face and the other alert for signs that he might consider her a foe. Stopping well away from his seated reach, she knelt down and placing her kit within his view she opened it and drew out a bottle of stout grain alcohol and bathed the knife blade in its running stream as she poured. ‘Tear the cloth of your breeches away from the wound.’ she directed the Elf. When he hesitated, she told him that the arrowhead was of southern metal, with three pair of razor sharp barbs. It was designed for bow fishing for medium sized fish, and that the barbs were intended to allow the user to reel the fish in once they were set. ‘If you will allow me, I will remove it for you and dress the wound.’ She stepped nearer as he tore open his pant leg. She asked him to stabilize the arrow shaft as she pulled off his boot. Kneeling down beside him, she bent his knee, placing his foot flat on the ground so the muscle was relaxed, then bathed a large area round the circumference of his leg. A quick flick of her knife just beyond the arrow’s embedded point and one smooth push on the shaft – the barbed tip emerged from the skin at the back of his upper calf. She cut the bindings which held it to the shaft and pulled both of them free. More alcohol to bathe the site, an unguent of aloe and comfrey, then a neat dressing of moss secured with cloth strips, deftly tied. ‘It will be sore for a few days, but usable. You can drink some willow-bark tea to help with the pain. Just watch for any festering. I have poultices for that should you require one.’ She stepped back from him, and gathered up her kit quickly, retreating to the side of the ranger, Volondil, to check on his wounds. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.