Early the next morning, I was woken up by Loren.
"Is everything alright?" I asked him.
I was scared that simply handing the horns over to the priestess had not been enough or that they had found the elk.
Or the strange man who had spoken to me.
So much was going through my mind.
"Help me tend to the men that are still alive." He informed me. "You know the order of using the potions and what to use to treat them, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Good." He said that, and I rose up from my bed and followed him out to where the wide space in the quarters was for treating the sick.
There were so many men there.
There are about twenty of them.
Some had lost their limbs, legs, and eyes; they had been mauled. There were so many different casualties.
There were groans of pain.
Loren turned to me. "Just deal with the ones. I would handle the dead."
"Okay."
