DORULL SAGA - SWAMP OF DEATH
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Thorin spend almost entire day
sitting beside Bagtur, denying food, water and even help. This somewhat
irritated councilor Falkner, but she respected his wishes to be with half-orc.
Unlike Palgrin, who couldn’t stay silent, advising, pleading even, to begin
treating the commander's injured ankle, as soon as possible. But stubborn,
captain Lutir wouldn’t hear it, adamant to wait for Bagtur to get better. It
was the only way.
Soon enough, exhaustion caught up
with the captain. His eyes were shutting more and more, in spite of his efforts to
stay awake. But he was just too tired. Reclined in a comfortable, leather
armchair, Thorin soon fell asleep. Loud snoring echoed through this small,
stone house, as a sound of opportunity for the sorcerer, to finally examine the
severity of the injuries. Two soldiers carefully carried the captain into a
neighboring room, where they already prepared a bed and a couple of tables,
filled with herbs, bandages, dressings and various other medicine utensils.
Their fear was justified, for Thorin’s ankle was dreadfully swollen. The sorcerer
immediately jumped to work, when Eilonna showed up.
“How is he?”
“Bad. If this waited a bit longer,
I’m afraid we’d have to cut his leg off.” the old man said scowling “I could
really use Yelamir’s help right now.”
“I doubt he’ll return before
tomorrow.” Eilonna retorted, looking out of the small window.
The sun was just rising above the
horizon.
“Can you somehow fasten the healing
process?”
“I could try, but I have many
doubts.”
Sorcerer rolled up his sleeves,
placing the palms of his hands on Thorin’s deformed leg. He whispered a couple
of words, but to no reaction. Just to be sure, he tried again, but was again
unsuccessful.
“As I thought. I am in need of
rest.” he shook his head “I am drained.”
“Any other options?” Eilonna wasn’t
giving up.
“Well, there are several magical
scrolls in the cabinet, but I don’t know what they are for, because they were
written by Yelamir.” Palgrin said “I would try to use them only as a last
resort. For now, ordinary medicine has to be sufficient.”
“Right, then.” Eilonna turned
around “I’ll be away for a couple of hours. I’m expecting much better news,
when I get back.”
“You go out again, so soon after
the last attack. Placing yourself in even more danger.” sorcerer said “With
that lad lying down, poisoned, I’d think you'd be more careful to…”
“I am going out, again, to try and find who
was responsible for that attack.” the councilor snapped “You don’t need to
remind me he’s in that bed because of me.”
“That squeaky voice can only chase
me out of the bed.” Bagtur’s groaning coming from the adjacent room, genuinely
surprised both of them.
Strong poison completely drained
his energy. Half-orc barely managed to stand up, he was just too weak for
anything else. Sorcerer quickly checked Bagtur, cheerfully smiling.
“Well done laddie, well done.” the
old man said after he finished his examination “Lots and lots of meat and
fluids, and you’ll be as new in just a couple of days.”
“When could I start that
treatment?” Bagtur coughed.
“Right away.” Palgrin smiled, “I’ll
send a request to the kitchen.”
“I’m on my way there, I will tell
them.” Eilonna said quickly “I am glad you are better, I…I am off now.”
Councilor Falkner rushed out of the
house, as she started to feel her cheeks getting warmer. A bit of an elevated
pulse, confused her somewhat. Why was she suddenly reacting like this, at a
sight of that rude, insolent savage. His words, his abusive, insulting words,
were still hurting her, making her angry. But something had changed after that
encounter with robbers. Some new feelings came to surface, whether she was
willing to accept it or not. Eilonna shook her head, at this time she could not
afford such thoughts, no matter how much she enjoyed them. Several soldiers
waited for her in front of the gates, ready to ride. Moments later, they were
rushing over the narrow road, towards the Tvayas hills.
Sorcerer was quite surprised by the
councilor’s fast departure, but as he had plenty of things to do, he wasn’t
dwelling much about it. He went back into Thorin’s room.
“They’ll bring your meal soon.” he
said to Bagtur “I’ll join you, but first, I need to finish dressing captain
Lutir’s injuries.”
“Captain Lutir’s injuries?!”
half-orc yelled “What injuries? What is happening, old man? Speak, now!”
“Oh…but I am sorry. In all of the
excitement, we forgot to tell you about the captain.”
“Obviously!” Bagtur screamed even
louder “Wait, what is he doing in here? Shouldn’t he be fighting those damn
goblins?”
“Calm down laddie.” Palgrin stepped into half-orc’s room “Captain is in need of rest. Your racket is not helping
him.”
“Then start talking, old man. It
seems I’ve missed quite a lot.”
Sorcerer laughed, sitting beside
the bed. At the same time, the fat cook walked inside the house. Two soldiers
were helping him carry the piles of hot, delicious food.
“Eat boy, and I’ll tell you
everything.”
Bagtur wasn’t to be begged,
devouring food at an unbelievable rate. He could already begin to feel his
strength is returning. It won’t be long before half-orc could stand on his feet
again.
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