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Everyone in the group followed the old Faarg after his miraculous recovery. Ulfar looked over back to where he had left Eila. She was still sitting there, but the Alunei was with her now. The back-pain was gone for him, which probably meant that the Alunei had done something about it. Ulfar went back to them, and they both turned as he approached. He walked right up to them, and then stopped to pick up the bag of books.

"We're going to follow from behind." He said, ignoring the Alunei. Eila seemed like she had something to say.

"I must speak with the Faarg so that I may-" But she was cut off.

"That won't happen. You're going to stay with me at the back." He spoke with weight in his words now. If the girl disobeyed, he'd pick her up again, and this time he'd be sure to stuff her mouth with some rags beforehand. Ulfar then turned to the winged one. "And you keep your distance from us."

"But she has just aided me." Eila spoke up again. "She is clearly friendly."

Alina looked between the two curiously as they spoke to one another. It was odd, when they both arrived she had thought they were friends, but how the man spoke to the girl made them think he wasn't quite fond of her. Maybe even found her to be a nuisance.

"Yes, you wouldn't want to take the risk of me turning out to be one of those vicious Aluneis." Alina joked obviously, sealing it with a delicate laugh. The Alunei were incredibly bound by peace and an act of violence would cause tremendous pain. Having concern over an Alunei was a silly matter indeed.

Alina then tried to stand, wincing and immediately collapsing down onto her knees again. She groaned in pain as she held her wounded side. If only she could have had a moment to rest and the wound might have healed enough to venture on without discomfort. Though since arriving she had fallen off a horse, doused in a strong alcohol that painfully cleansed the wound only to then be tossed into a rock wall by a powerful magic explosion. All in all it had not been a good day for the girl.

The way Eila looked at the winged one betrayed no emotion, but she didn’t feel right. The man with the greatsword was going to make things harder for her if she acted out against him. He looked at them, expecting neither to object any further.

“I see there is no use in arguing.” Eila finally said. “But before we go, I need to inspect something.”

She was staring off into the distance. When Ulfar turned around, he couldn’t see what she was talking about.

“That.” She spoke again. “Do you see it? Next to that rock, where the Dark One extended out his metal finger.”

After squinting a bit, it became noticable. When the dark being had appeared, the dragon had attempted to dive down and strike onto him. But the dark being had used a metal extension of his finger to critically wound the dragon as it dove. Eila was talking about the trail of blood left by the dragon.

Ulfar nodded at Eila. She turned to the winged woman.

“I hope the dwarf and the other man can help you.” Eila said before she set off. Ulfar followed behind her.

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When they finally got to the trail of blood, Eila held out her hand at Ulfar. Her eyes were fixed on the strap of the bag on Ulfar’s shoulder. The swordsman didn't understand at first, but he figured out what she meant. He unhooked the bag from his arm and handed it to her. She set it on the ground and took two tube-shaped vials, one of which had a noticeable crack on it.

“Do you see why I tell you to be gentle with this bag, now?” Eila asked. She didn’t sound like she was scolding him, her voice was very neutral, almost as if she didn't care about it herself. She took some other tools out and knelt down.

“Then perhaps you should carry it.” Ulfar replied.

Eila began scrapping the droplets of blood off of the blades of grass. She guided each droplet into the first vial. The process seemed to take forever. When Ulfar looked over his shoulder, he saw that the other adventurers hadn’t departed yet. Most of them were still recovering.

“So, that blood is real?” Ulfar asked, although he was still looking at the adventurers.

“Of course.” Eila began, in her slow, lifeless tone. “It was not, in fact, a mimic dragon or a crystal dragon. If I am correct, it was nothing more than a common fire dragon. Its blood is very valuable and can be used in many rituals, as well as the creation of potent elixirs.“

Then that wasn’t an illusion after all. Ulfar thought to himself. His earlier guess of this whole fiasco being an illusory trick created by the Faarg was less likely to be the case now. He tried not to think too much into it, or let it falter his caution.

The girl finished with the first vial. The small tube was filled about halfway with dark, red blood, and she put a cork on top of it. She then repeated the same process with the second tube. Once she was done, she placed the undamaged vial into the bag and handed it to Ulfar. But she kept the damaged one on herself. It went into a much smaller satchel that was attached to her waist.

“I’m afraid two vials are all we have time for." Eila said.

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