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The two shamans strode off down the path, stepping between the unconscious forms of their compatriots. As they reached the spot where they, Jon and the troopers had made their desperate stand, Rhoda heard someone groaning.
She put her hand on Draya’s arm. “Wait. Listen.” She swung the lantern over the sea of bodies, looking for the source of the sound. “Ah. Here, Draya.”
Rhoda held the lantern up while Draya leant over to inspect a young woman who had a shallow sword-cut along the side of her head. Draya squatted down to inspect it carefully. After a few moments, she straightened and said, “I can’t see why she was knocked out. That cut wouldn’t do it. It looks a bit messy with blood seeping through her hair, but it’s not deep. I think we can repair it quickly before we move on.”
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