An hour ago…
Two dwarves were carrying an injured comrade on their backs. The injured dwarf's legs were completely destroyed, with bones protruding from the flesh, broken in two parts, as blood stained the snow beneath them while they ran through the bone-like trees.
"They got me! They got me, Boris!" - The injured dwarf cried out as he was dragged by his comrades - "Leave me here! I am done for!" - He screamed even more desperately when he looked down at the gruesome sight of his leg.
"Shut up, ye hairless idiot!" - Boris, one of the dwarves carrying him and the leader, cursed through gritted teeth - "We're not leavin' ye behind! We're almost at Stone Village! The chief will find a way to fix ye up. We just need to get away from those creatures."
