I say to Tycho: "Thanx for letting me use your bow. You can study the sword, but is nothing special. It is just an Elven made bastard sword. Silvered and decorated. By the way, seeing another Elf I suddenly remembered something. I have a request for you. You said that you had some news about our Elven bladesinger from his sister. He has fallen in combat, but to ease her loss, maybe you can make a song of his heroic sacrifice. I will tell you what happenned while we walk or have the time. His name will live on. We will talk about it a little later"
Not awating a response I look at each person for a moment and say to Bacter and Wulf: "They have hit you pretty hard, you must be at the end of your powers. We can take some time to rest, for the simple reason that we have no other option. You need some time to regain some of your strenght. Maybe we are lucky and they will leave us alone for some time. But stay alert.
I walk over to Kheldev and pat him on the shoulder. "Nice work, my Dwarven friend. You have proven to be a worthy asset to our little group, Your name will live on in the songs of our bard friend. The song will be heard so much that even your ancestors will hear it."
With that I walk over to Deepwinter. "Another encounter we survived. Are you allright?? " Then I say smiling, I have some ingredients that I bought in the village to make a stew, maybe you can work your magic and make us some. I think that the group can use some grub by now."
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