Fearless

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“How, even with the immense healing magic used on them, they still are on the verge of death.” Einkapf said, tears dripping on Rue’s pale skin. “Unwrap the wound please.” The galaxy print clothed woman said. When the wrapping was removed she gasped. “The wound has been tainted with a necromancer’s poison, that wound untreated will eat it’s way through any healing that might happen.” She said. “You’ve seen this before?” Parly asked. “You might say she has firsthand experience with such wounds, back when we were being weeded out, she was stabbed with a dagger dripping a deathly liquid.” The short man said. “Even though we made it to the only peoples that could cure it, the wound had eaten it’s way deeper, cutting further into my lifesource. They had to use ancient healing magic to bring me back.” The woman said. “Perhaps we can get Elrain to take this poor being to them.” The man with the eye patch said. “No, the people who could do so have flipped belly first to the church, they would not help even if they could. But I know of some in my colony that can heal this kind of wound.” The short man said. “Me and Elrain will join you, it’s been a while since we’ve visited the realms of the dwarves.” The galaxy print clothed woman said. “Then we’ll have a merry entourage, I’m sure the friends of the victim would go even if told to stay here.” The short man said with a chuckle. “Do you think there’ll be trouble ahead?” The woman in exotic clothing asked. “If I had to guess, I’d say there will be definite appearances of church soldiers, perhaps even a couple of council members will stand in our way.” The galaxy print clothed woman replied. “Some of the council will certainly stand against us, as you’ve seen. Even after Einkapf’s speech, some still see the church as a better alternative, others sit on the fence. I can guarantee to you that at least a fourth of the council would be more than willing to lead the footsoldiers of the church to us.” The short man said. “And if they do, they’ll be cut down.” Oathbreaker said, clutching the pale hand of her sibling. “Off the road, now.” A voice said from the undergrowth. “Should we listen?”  Elrain asked. Her question was answered by the thundering of hooves coming from ahead of them. “Who are you?” Rachel asked. “An observer, it seems you were followed from the inn, when your stalker saw you were staying to the path, they went and alerted a squadron patrolling the knoll close to a major human city in the west.” The voice said, still hidden in the gloom of the undergrowth. “How can we be sure you aren’t telling us a false story only to kill us later on?” The galaxy print clothed woman asked. “There is one who can sense emotions amongst you, I’m in the undergrowth right in front of you.” The voice said. Elrain closed her eyes and reached her hand out into the gloom. “I can sense fear, distrust, hope, and loneliness. All of which credit their story, ambition is there, but not a forefront emotion as it would be if they were to betray. Greed is nonexistent, this being can be trusted.” Elrain said after a while. “Very well, can you come forward so we can get to know who has saved us?” Iris asked. “You have a wounded being with you, you are going to the dwarven city. I’ll show you the best path through the growths to get there without being seen, follow me.” The voice said, a humanoid shadow jumping from the undergrowth, landing in front of the group. “Come on, this way, hurry, they’ll come back to search this area soon.” The being said, their fluffy striped tail flicking back and forth. “I dislike jostling someone who’s wounded like this, but it appears as though it’s our best course of action.” Parly said.