A/N: I'm sorry for taking so awfully long to upload. Anyway, here's the new chapter; I hope you'll enjoy it.
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Brannhold, a guard in the service of the Council of Stehnburg, looked up in surprise as the woman walking towards the guards' house fell over and hit the snow with a dull thump.
"Come!" he said to his friend. "We need to help her!" He hurried towards the limp body.
"Wait!" the other guard called after him. "I'm... comi..." Thud.
Brannhold turned around. His friend, the other guard, had also fallen over. He looked from the guard to the woman and back and then decided to help the woman first. He hurried towards her...
... and as soon as he saw the sickly paleness of her skin and the characteristic pearls of sweat on her forehead, he came to an immediate halt.
"Dragon's fever," he whispered to himself.
He ran towards the guards' house, hoping that one of them knew anything about medicine.
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The four men were waiting in silence. Perhaps, Maréin thought to himself, Arwund and Enorwin had simultaneously decided to accept the fact that they would probably never get along and stopped their constant bickering. Or perhaps everyone was just tired.
He shrugged and lay back on the empty camp-bed. No matter the reason, he decided he liked this moment of peace and quiet.
The moment of peace and quiet proved to be brief, however, because at that moment the door burst open. One of the guards came into the building and looked around, his head making quick, panicked movements as he did so.
"I need a doctor! Right now!" he yelled in Northern.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you," Arwund replied, and then he asked the others in the language of the Middle Lands, "Does anyone of you guys know anything about medicine?"
Maréin slowly got up. "I do," he said in Northern, and then added, "A little."
Arwund raised an eyebrow. "You're full of surprises, Maréin."
"You have no idea," Maréin said, walking towards the guard. "What can I help you with?"
"My friend," the guard said, "and a woman who just appeared at the gate. They've got dragons' fever!"
"Dragons' fever," Maréin repeated, frowning. "I may be able to help."
"You'll get infected!" Arwund said.
"I won't," Maréin said quietly. "As a matter of fact, I'm immune. Yes, I can help. But we can't leave those people out there in the snow."
"You would get them inside?" Arwund asked. "Have you gone out of your mind?! We'd drop dead on the spot!"
From the corner of his eye, he saw Enorwin and Bedreigh looking at each other questioningly. They clearly didn't understand a word of what Arwund, Maréin and the guard were saying.
The wanderer looked at the guard. "Is there anywhere we can get them where other people won't get in? Preferably somewhere warm, if that's possible."
The guard thought for a moment. "There may be a place. An old, smaller guards' house, also contained within the city walls. It's deserted."
"Good," Maréin said. "If you show me where it is, I'll bring them over. I can carry them safely."
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Prince of Dragons
FantasyThe country of Garowain used to be a land of chivalry, honour and bravery. But that was the past. At some point, the knights, protectors of the people, turned into thugs. The just kings turned into tyrants. The dragons almost disappeared, leaving be...
