Chapter 40: Talfryn
He didn’t think there were any injuries, but Talfryn did a quick walkthrough of the camp to check anyway. All those less experienced or weaker had been shuffled to the middle sometime during the short battle, and as for those who’d actually fought—and killed—the dozens of dragons who had come after them, well, all Talfryn observed was tiredness, exhaustion in a few cases. These people had fought bitterly to keep their freedom. They were all proud if weakened.
“How is everyone?” asked Elen when Talfryn made it to where she and Arvi were sitting. She was mixing packets of various simple spells, and she seemed concerned. Talfryn had almost forgotten that her origins were here like his; he sat.
“Tired, but otherwise uninjured.” He paused. “I don’t think we have to worry.
