Khelek wrote once again in the journel that Pio had given him. It only seemed right to use it for poetry, though he doubted they would really be sung by anyone except himself. An unfamiliar hobbling sound startled the Elf out of his reverie. Turning around, he spotted Mithadan with a leg wrapped loosely in cloth.
'Mithadan, what has happened? No one has seen you since last night,' was all Khelek could think of to say. The Elf stood up and went to assist the Man. Taking a closer inspection, the Khelek could clearly see the swelling.
'There is no possible way you could have hurt yourself like that in your cabin, Mithadan.'
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"What shall we do, what shall we do!" he cried. "Escaping goblins to be caught be wolves!"
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