In the
gloom Harbull made his way over to Johann to administer to his gangly new companion.
Perhaps it was the poor light, the excitement and unusual circumstances but the
Halfling was unable to reduce the slow trickle of blood escaping the wound in
the boatman’s cheek.
Wanda wiped
her mouth of bile and stood lost in contemplation while Werner search the room
to discover a broken bottle of cheap crimson wine, perhaps a quarter of its
contents remained bellow the jagged glass neck. He also was pleased to discover a bright lantern hanging by an easily lowered cord and some twenty bolts for the two crossbows in the room.
“Shh!”,
hissed Kirsten, her attention, like Malmir’s on the door interrupted by the big
man’s investigations. In the quite the faint thumping that Kirsten heard beyond
the door was clearly audible to the Elf. Some distance away heavy, wooden
objects were being moved.
No luck with the healing dice this time Harbull.
ReplyDeleteLet us say you have ten usable arrows left Malmir.