“Hello my name is Bregil and this is my friend Faervel, we wanted to thank you for catching Faervel before any harm came to him. I would like to return the favor, where are you injured?”
The young elf woman had come up to Lander, her wolf licking his hands. In the dim light coming from the tavern, he could see she was half elven. Even though she was quite disheveled from the battle, her beauty was undeniable and her smile brought Lander a welcomed reprieve from the carnage of rubble that lay before them.
“You are most welcome,” he said, smiling. The action felt strange and Lander realized he hadn’t had reason to smile in a long time. “He is quite remarkable. I’ve never seen a wolf this size before. It appears you are as lucky to have him as he is lucky to have you. Your skills with a bow are extraordinary.”
Lander envied her animal companionship; often times wishing he had a loyal and faithful friend to share his days with. Even though he despised the haughty aristocrats that paid for his services, he did enjoy having the company on a hunt, as short-lived as it always was.
Lander winced as another round of pain shot through his leg.
“Right, this,” he said, rubbing his thigh. “I think I twisted it back there when I was thrown from the creature. Thank you, but I’m sure it will be perfectly fine in a few days.” Lander took a step toward the tavern and his leg buckled, sending his knee into the ground. He let out a muffled grunt and then looked up at Bregil smiling through the pain. “Then again, maybe not.”