Inside the Angle healing hall, lamplight warms the timbered walls. Gwendolyn sits with her shoulder and palm freshly dressed, while Heldric rests nearby beneath the healer’s careful watch.
the Angle healer
Both wounds will mend cleanly, but neither of you returns to the trail today. Rest is the medicine now.
Heldric’s hazel staff leans against his cot. Buttercup lies beside the doorway, and several nearby Rangers gather quietly, their attention fixed on the pair who came back from the ruins.
Heldric
You brought me out when the stones and trolls had decided otherwise. The Angle should hear that before sleep takes me.
the nearby Rangers
We have heard enough already. Heldric lives because Gwendolyn held fast, and the Chumwells still have a chance because she followed their trail.
The words settle through the hall more surely than any trumpet call. No trial remains in their faces now, only acknowledgment, while firelight glints upon Gwendolyn’s Ranger token.
the Angle healer
When morning comes, Gwendolyn, the Rangers will want your account. For tonight, will you sleep, or hear what Heldric remembers of the lower chambers?
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