Telryn
At Nivram's words Telryn tried to sit up. The bolt, still lodged in his shoulder, felt sore as he raised his body, and eventually he gave up. Turning his head to face Nivram, he started to tell the story from when they were led to the prison cell.
"...And I'm not sure how much you know, but Lord Gardon let us out, and we came to look for you, me and Detheriel. All we found is the captain and the warden, with a mean crossbow."
He let off a slight grin; "He got a bit lucky."
"Dunno what happened to that bandit though, after the prison got hit by that storm thing we made a hasty exit, so say the least. Last I remember of him he got locked up in a cell near us."
"Wondering what she's gonna do 'bout this though."
He lift his arm, stroking the bolt with his right hand as if it were some sort of trophy.
"Should be fun," He added with a wink.
"You're looking a lot better than before, mind. Them priestess's seemed to do a pretty good job, even the young 'un. How you holding up?"
[ 05-14-2007, 04:36 PM: Message edited by: Ivelliis ]
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