“Try to stay awake,” pleaded the elf. “Kaj, say something.”
“What in tarnation do you want me to tell you?” he whispered, exhausted.
“Anything, you stupid human,” she tried to provoke him. She got no answer.
As soon as the elf started to use her magic to stop the bleeding, Oloice stopped her: “Wait, look.”
The man was unconscious, but the medallion was shining brighter and brighter. It was tinged with shades of red, and its dark veins pulsed. It seemed it was trying to heal him, but there was no time—he was bleeding too profusely. The elf laid her hands on the wound, and her hands became wrapped with a white light. The wound stopped bleeding and she felt faint.
“Everything okay?” Oloice asked worriedly.
“Yes, I’m fine. Just have to rest for a bit. Get me a cloth that’s not too dirty,
