“All right,” Barlo said. “Let’s go. Sinstari can lead the way.”
He urged the elves out in front of him. Their legs were longer than his, and he wanted to make sure none of them fell behind in their compromised state. Sinstari led them all out into the darkness without hesitation. They made it as far as the cover of the first tent when Falan started to vomit.
“Can you at least try to keep the noise down?” Barlo said in a harsh whisper.
He had never been able to explain it, but in his experience, males of any race seemed to make a lot more racket when they were sick than women. It was as if some primal instinct forced them to yell and vomit at the same time. Falan was no exception. Fortunately, a wild drumbeat from the direction of the bonfire covered the noise.
So much for not leaving a
