The youthful Teacher Pryam and young Drelves clutched sacks containing precious enhancing root tubers. Necessity pressed Pryam into his role at an early age. The first Teacher Dirt was a prolific writer. If someone respected you as a writer, he said your name was Dirt.
In a trembling voice Pryam said, “I am not of much account. I did nothing.”
Xenn quickly interrupted, “Right now, I am not of much account. You accomplished your task, Teacher. You kept safe the youth and the harvest.”
Alo added, “Using the blade and bow is not your role.”
Pryam observed, “Should we attend the dead enemies?”
Alo urged, “No time! We must seek the safety of the forest. The sounds and smells of battle arouse the beasts. Already the scavengers of the forest gather. Predators will find us.”
Xenn agreed, “Unfortunately I’ve used my strength. I can’t heal our wounded until I rest. Let’s make for Alms Glen!”
Drelvish scouts hurriedly searched the scorched clearing and recovered five Kiennish crossbow bolts, the Droll chieftain’s discarded hides, and a crude amulet made of odd mirror like scales within the thick smoldering fur. A simple necklace made of thick mooler hide fibers suspended the amulet.
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