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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 1513082" data-attributes="member: 8243">Sadolath flinches as Cromwell barks in his ear. Something flashes across his face, but is gone too quickly for Cromwell to understand what it was. Sadolath glances across at the sleeping goblin, who lies between the wagon and wounded spellcaster."Oscar should rest. And he's in no condition to deal with the sleeper if he wakes up."Meanwhile, Hewik jog-trots over to towards the survivor. As he closes with Lisa who stands between him and the wagon he notices the blood staining her jerkin and pants and he slows to a walk. Lisa shakes off his concerned look and waves him on."Its just a scratch. Looks worse than it is. See to the survivor. I'll be right behind you."Hewik moves off and Lisa turns and walks carefully after him, her face carefully expressionless. Hewik finds a middle aged man sprawled on the ground a dozen feet from the wagon. He's been run through the side with a javlin, and his head a face is covered with blood. Its that which probably saved his life, because despite looking lethal, it is not as bad as it seems. Hewik has dealt with worse on his goats. But the javlin wound is more difficult. Hewik saw something like it when one of the goats fell off a rock and speared itself on a broken branch at the bottom. The goat died. Hewik pushes those thoughts aside and concentrates on the task at hand. A short while later he settles back on his haunches and wipes his bloody hands on the grass. The man still breathes.ooc: sorry been interrupted. To be continued ...</blockquote>

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