Post by Lady Elestirne on Feb 8, 2008 14:47:25 GMT -5
Elestirne looked at Baethor consideringly;her expression faintly concerned. She noted that his bandages were stained red,not noticibly,but still stained. She sighed slightly to herself but did nothing as the stubborn dwarf hobbled back to his bed. She had taken care of the worst of the wounds,and so,he was lucky he lived. Those remaining were minor and would heal on their own. She had done what she could for now and could not tax hereself further until she had regained her own strength.
The elf listened gravely and attentively as Baethor spoke;her eyes clouded,thoughtful. "Perhaps,Baethor," she murmured softly. "You ought to tell us what befell the escort and yourself after Olore and I won free of the ambush,if you are able to. Storm came back safetly even if I do not know where he is at the moment and Olore says he brought back Taos's stallion. The soldiers I can only presume were all slain-indeed,I heard the dying screams of some-but of Taos I know nothing. Olore could only tell me that he believes him to be alive still. Also,we all must know what happened here whilst I was held by Telemacchus and while Nichtmar and the others were searching for me. And all of you in turn need to know what befell Olore and I,and later,just I,in Telemacchus's fortress before the others found me. So then..what can you tell us Baethor?"
True wisdom is not measured by the years one has walked the earth,but by the knowledge gained and the things seen during that time.
It is not who you are born that makes the difference, but who you choose to become