Confederation of the Equator wrote:---
Arden Rooke
Red Hill Company Caravan – The Dust has settled
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Rooke grunted as he flung a slain beast over his shoulder; a single arrow shaft jutting out from its upper torso the only sign of its demise. Despite their size, these things were heavy. Perhaps it was the dead weight. The human chuckled to himself briefly at the play on words and literal meaning crisscrossing.
“Think you’ll survive next time?”
Arden chuckled merrily. He didn’t need to even look at who had spoken. Only Vulluin would rib him that way among this group. While marching over to the fire, Rooke pointed to the arrow protruding from the carcass over his shoulder.
“With you watching my ass? I might live to be a hundred.”
With a heave-ho, the dead beast was fed to the flames. It’s skin blackening and curling up. Placing a boot on the chest, Arden tugged the arrow out of the creature before it caught flame. The shaft was a little ashy, but no worse for wear. The Heartlander swiveled his head to return the weapon to Vul but froze before he could speak.
His eyes stared at the wound on the ranger, wet with his lifeblood. “Gods…” Rooke’s voice was soft, “Vul… how bad is it? I… I’ll get help.”
Arden seemed to turn panicked, “HEALER! We need a healer over here!”
In the seemingly emergency situation, his mind finally flipped through all the people and experiences he previously had. He remembered the Paladin saving the life of Hadrian. “Yvonne! Healer! We have wounded!”