Chapter 19 Goodbye"It is a seriously long walk back to Fallfell."
"With legs that short," Mokanar pointed to the Halfling, "it's a long walk to anything." Amborlaine chuckled but Hallos was right.
The trio was in dire need of a helping hand. Mokanar had cut his belt into leather straps to bind his ribs and keep them from moving. Laine bandaged the Half-Orc’s head with some of her shirt.
Little could be done with Hallos's scores of cuts other than stuff the deepest wounds with Silverberry leaves to keep them clean and stop the bleeding.
Laine's leg was almost useless. She dragged it more than used it. Mokanar had fashioned a crutch out of a Boreborn branch to help. But it was still slow going for the three.
"How long you think it will take to reach Fallfell?"
"At this pace, a month,"
