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<blockquote data-quote="ragboy" data-source="post: 3471901" data-attributes="member: 4151"><p>Kath struggled up yet another muddy embankment. Her vision swam for a moment, and she paused. The sweat soaked bandaged around her throat slipped a little, and she pushed it back into place, a circle of blood staining the cloth. Book said the wound did not fester, but she still felt it even after a week of trudging through the jungle.</p><p></p><p>She drove the walking stick that Morren had cut for her into the mud and tied back the sodden silver hair plastered to her face. The mercenary paused at the top of the rise and smiled back at her as they both stretched their backs. He’d definitely held his own, carrying the heaviest loads all day and taking the longest guard shifts at night, she thought. And he was cute, even through the grime. She pushed this thought down. There had been no one since Uri. Long long years. The ephemeral sound of his laugh still gave her phantom pain. She pushed this down, too. </p><p></p><p>“Resting again?” Verloot said, breaking her reverie. “That Karn will have what he’s after and be gone before we get to him at this pace.” </p><p></p><p>Kath threw a look over her shoulder, then realized that the gnome was grinning good-naturedly. </p><p></p><p>“You seem in a good mood for all this,” she said, taking up her stick and slogging on up the slope. </p><p></p><p>“It’s a good day,” he returned, keeping pace with her. “We have fresh river rat for dinner tonight. Our little lizard scouts have already found a nice campsite near a river strangely devoid of toothy swarms of voracious fish, and I think I’m in love with our ‘forged interpreter.” </p><p></p><p>Kath snorted, making the last of the climb. She turned back to give the gnome a hand. </p><p></p><p>“You know you shouldn’t be so hard on Book,” she said. “He’s saved your butt many times.”</p><p></p><p>“I know he has, Kath.” Verloot looked at her, his eyes strange in the jungle half-light. </p><p></p><p>“What?” </p><p></p><p>“Are you okay?” he said, suddenly concerned. </p><p></p><p>She felt woozy again, but had dismissed it as poor table fare and too much walking, but the gnome’s expression scared her. She felt the Beast behind her eyes begin to panic. </p><p></p><p>“What is it?” she asked, too forcefully. </p><p></p><p>“Your face is very pale. Do you want to sit and have a drink?” he took her hand. “You’re skin is like ice. Book! Call a halt!” </p><p></p><p>She was sitting before she knew it and surrounded by her companions. Staver’s eyes hovered over Book’s shoulder as the warforged bent to examine her. Verloot knelt by her side. </p><p></p><p>“She seems taken ill,” Book said. </p><p></p><p>“We can see that, you…” the gnome began, and then stopped at the warforged’s sharp look. </p><p></p><p>“It’s not a malady I’m familiar with, I’m afraid, but it could simply be exhaustion.” The warforged stood and turned to the gathering lizardfolk scouts then barked a few words in their tongue. “There’s only a few hours of daylight left. We’ll stop here for tonight.” </p><p></p><p>“Book,” Kath said, struggling to stand. “I’m fine. We have to stay on this trail while it’s still there. Every day it rains…”</p><p></p><p>“The T’eck know where Thiel is heading,” Verloot put in, pushing her gently on the shoulder. “Book is right. We’ll not lose much time, as it is.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ragboy, post: 3471901, member: 4151"] Kath struggled up yet another muddy embankment. Her vision swam for a moment, and she paused. The sweat soaked bandaged around her throat slipped a little, and she pushed it back into place, a circle of blood staining the cloth. Book said the wound did not fester, but she still felt it even after a week of trudging through the jungle. She drove the walking stick that Morren had cut for her into the mud and tied back the sodden silver hair plastered to her face. The mercenary paused at the top of the rise and smiled back at her as they both stretched their backs. He’d definitely held his own, carrying the heaviest loads all day and taking the longest guard shifts at night, she thought. And he was cute, even through the grime. She pushed this thought down. There had been no one since Uri. Long long years. The ephemeral sound of his laugh still gave her phantom pain. She pushed this down, too. “Resting again?” Verloot said, breaking her reverie. “That Karn will have what he’s after and be gone before we get to him at this pace.” Kath threw a look over her shoulder, then realized that the gnome was grinning good-naturedly. “You seem in a good mood for all this,” she said, taking up her stick and slogging on up the slope. “It’s a good day,” he returned, keeping pace with her. “We have fresh river rat for dinner tonight. Our little lizard scouts have already found a nice campsite near a river strangely devoid of toothy swarms of voracious fish, and I think I’m in love with our ‘forged interpreter.” Kath snorted, making the last of the climb. She turned back to give the gnome a hand. “You know you shouldn’t be so hard on Book,” she said. “He’s saved your butt many times.” “I know he has, Kath.” Verloot looked at her, his eyes strange in the jungle half-light. “What?” “Are you okay?” he said, suddenly concerned. She felt woozy again, but had dismissed it as poor table fare and too much walking, but the gnome’s expression scared her. She felt the Beast behind her eyes begin to panic. “What is it?” she asked, too forcefully. “Your face is very pale. Do you want to sit and have a drink?” he took her hand. “You’re skin is like ice. Book! Call a halt!” She was sitting before she knew it and surrounded by her companions. Staver’s eyes hovered over Book’s shoulder as the warforged bent to examine her. Verloot knelt by her side. “She seems taken ill,” Book said. “We can see that, you…” the gnome began, and then stopped at the warforged’s sharp look. “It’s not a malady I’m familiar with, I’m afraid, but it could simply be exhaustion.” The warforged stood and turned to the gathering lizardfolk scouts then barked a few words in their tongue. “There’s only a few hours of daylight left. We’ll stop here for tonight.” “Book,” Kath said, struggling to stand. “I’m fine. We have to stay on this trail while it’s still there. Every day it rains…” “The T’eck know where Thiel is heading,” Verloot put in, pushing her gently on the shoulder. “Book is right. We’ll not lose much time, as it is.” [/QUOTE]
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