Eodwine and Laerdil had noticed the entire goings on since the boy had screamed in pain. Now the boy's hand was in a pail of water.
Laerdil set down his harp and pulled a small package from his pack. Eodwine could smell a faint odor of wood and leaf. The Elf rose and broke a piece of something dark green. He went over to Ledwyn and the boy, and knelt down.
"May I put this in the water? It might help soothe the boy's hand."
Last edited by littlemanpoet; 02-28-2012 at 10:51 AM.
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