Gregson was none too subtle about plodding through the snow as he hurried over.
"What's wrong? Where's the...?"
He paused as he reached Vale, as he noted that the knight was still lugging the traveling pack around. He paused for just a moment, then shook his head, murmured an oath under his breath, and lifted the pack's flap, peered inside.
"...aw, hells." He half-turned and bellowed up the slope. "COAL!"
A smaller than average Hellsguard in Flame uniform lumbered over, saluted. Gregson slowly, carefully drew the pack off Xydane's shoulders, one strap at a time, before passing it off to the Roegadyn with no small amount of effort - Xydane's fellow midlander was anything but built. In point of fact, he almost looked like a twig standing next to the knight.Â
"Get the corporal to Dragonhead. We can't do much for her here; she needs Ebner."
The big Roe nodded as he slipped one burly arm through both straps and held the pack to his chest with his other hand. Then he was off, running down the slope to the east as fast as the trunks that were his legs could carry him.
Private First Class Gregson watched them go. He shook his head and sighed.
"Not the first time she's pushed herself like that. Not something that should be done. No staff, no rod... pushing herself to go from one to the other like that... she's going to break, one of these days."
He frowned, then gestured for Xydane to follow as he slowly made his way back to camp.
"Ebner and I - Ebner's our field surgeon - we're the only ones who know. Besides the sergeant and the lieutenant, that is. Most think she can only conjure."
His left hand shot up as they approached the campfire, whipped around in a small circle that said, let's go. The few remaining Flames there began packing. Gregson bit down hard on his lower lip.
"...someone who might've been Captain Mynhier snuck out the gate a few bells ago. Jekkels spotted him. Sent Ebner ahead to Dragonhead with half the squad to confirm. We'll see what he has to say."
"What's wrong? Where's the...?"
He paused as he reached Vale, as he noted that the knight was still lugging the traveling pack around. He paused for just a moment, then shook his head, murmured an oath under his breath, and lifted the pack's flap, peered inside.
"...aw, hells." He half-turned and bellowed up the slope. "COAL!"
A smaller than average Hellsguard in Flame uniform lumbered over, saluted. Gregson slowly, carefully drew the pack off Xydane's shoulders, one strap at a time, before passing it off to the Roegadyn with no small amount of effort - Xydane's fellow midlander was anything but built. In point of fact, he almost looked like a twig standing next to the knight.Â
"Get the corporal to Dragonhead. We can't do much for her here; she needs Ebner."
The big Roe nodded as he slipped one burly arm through both straps and held the pack to his chest with his other hand. Then he was off, running down the slope to the east as fast as the trunks that were his legs could carry him.
Private First Class Gregson watched them go. He shook his head and sighed.
"Not the first time she's pushed herself like that. Not something that should be done. No staff, no rod... pushing herself to go from one to the other like that... she's going to break, one of these days."
He frowned, then gestured for Xydane to follow as he slowly made his way back to camp.
"Ebner and I - Ebner's our field surgeon - we're the only ones who know. Besides the sergeant and the lieutenant, that is. Most think she can only conjure."
His left hand shot up as they approached the campfire, whipped around in a small circle that said, let's go. The few remaining Flames there began packing. Gregson bit down hard on his lower lip.
"...someone who might've been Captain Mynhier snuck out the gate a few bells ago. Jekkels spotted him. Sent Ebner ahead to Dragonhead with half the squad to confirm. We'll see what he has to say."
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