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Rrang
The wail came from a long distance away, but he heard in nonetheless. Rrang howled. His family howled.
Legolas
The wolves howled in the forest. If they searched for him and Sorsha, they'd have little luck tonight. He was having little luck finding who he searched for himself. After paying the rent for the room, he had been keeping a lookout for any cleric which might wander by, but a drenched elf didn't get a whole lot of respect in a room full of half-drunk men and women. Not wanting to spend the last coins he brought on ale to get the barkeep to talk, all he could do was sit and watch. Asking random people about their profession would probably end in a brawl, and he didn't want any of that.
He wasn't sure he needed a cleric, or that one would really help if he did. But it could not hurt to find out where he could go for help.
As night sets in, he returns to their room. She seems asleep at the moment, but her forehead is indeed warmer than it should be.
With only one bed, the elf thought he should probably sleep on the floor. Instead, he feeds the fire some more wood and draws up a chair to sit by the bed.
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