"I don't know who I can help, but my people have a camp we should move them there and away from Drummand."
"Bring as much wine as you can to help clean wounds, and if at all possible linen so that I might dress their wounds."
I keep talking and my voice echoes as I follow his back up the stairs, he interrupts me with an arm extended out while shaking his head.
"I don't understand, why would ya need wine for 'cleaning' wounds, and why can't ya heal like the human mages?"
I roll my eyes, "I don't know how to heal with mana."
Durin-son scoffs and turns his head, sneering as he takes step after step.
"Ya only know how ta kill and maim, eh?"
I shrug and scratch an itch at the base of my neck before cracking it.
"No one taught me anything, I had to figure it out myself."
My words make Daveen, who's walking ahead, trip on her toes.
