Early the next morning, I was woken up by Loren.
"Is everything alright?" I asked him.
I was scared that simply handling the horns over to the priestess has not been enough or that they had found the Elk.
Or the strange man who had spoke to me.
So much was going through my mind.
"Help me tend to the men that are still alive." He informed me. "You know the order of using the potions and what to use to treat them don't you?"
I nodded.
"Good." He said and i rose up from my bed and followed him out to where the wide space in the Quarters was for treating the sick.
There were so many men there.
About twenty of them.
Some had lost their limbs, legs, eyes, they had been mauled. So many different casualties.
There were groans of pain.
Loren turned to me. "Just deal with the ones. I would handle the dead."
"Okay."
