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"In the left side of my ribs." He pulled up his shirt. His whole left side was destroyed. Blood was everywhere.

(Hello?)

(Sorry, I was eating din din)

"Oh dear," Kori said, staring at the bleeding wound.
The elf knelt down next to the small hobbit, rifling in his backpack. He pulled out some gauze and handed it to Kori.
"Oh, cool- thanks."

"It hurts, very badly." He looked up at the tall elf. "Can you help us, please?"

The man that tried to kill them before got up and threw one of his two swords at them, but missed, he struck the tree nearest to the elf.

The elf whirled around, pulling the sword out of the tree and chucking it right back at its owner. He then turned back to Falen is if nothing had happened. He frowned at Kori messing with the gauze and trapping himself in it like a spider's web, so he took it back and started patching Falen up.

"Thank you so very much." He reached up to shake the elf's hand, hoping he would shake it, and help him up.

The elf shook his hand, nodding slightly, and he helped haul Falen to his feet. He glanced back at the random dude to see how he was doing and if he needed to get whacked again.

"Thank you sir." He looked at the elf. "Can I find out your name possibly stranger?"

The elf traced it in the dirt on the road since he seemed highly unwilling to speak.
CRYSOR.

"Crysor? Huh." He walked over to the elf. "May I ask why you don't speak?"

Crysor's shoulders tensed uncomfortably. He had hit a very touchy subject for him, something he wasn't quite comfortable discussing yet. He rubbed his name out with his foot, his gaze fixed on the dirt.

He just stared at the elf. "I'm terribly sorry if I said something that I shouldn't have."

Crysor shrugged simply, looking over at Falen. Kori just stood there like an awkward little hobbit, finally peering over at the random dude.
"Is he dead?"

He walked over to him and kicked his shin. He then looked over at the hobbit. "I am going to guess he's dead." He kicked the man harder. "Yeah I'm pretty sure he is dead."

Kori nodded. "He's probably dead. If he's not, he'll be out for a while. Enough time for us to get away."
Crysor nodded, jerking his head at the road, signaling they should probably move on now.

"We have horses." He looked at the elf. "Do you? If not we can ride into the nearest town and I could get you one?"

Crysor shook his head, but stuck out a leg to show just how long it was. He was going to have a long stride and could probably keep up easily.

"Very well then." He mounted his horse. "Try to keep up." He tried to hold the reigns but his wound hurt too much. "Seems I can't ride."

"Can you walk?" Kori asked, patting his mule's muzzle affectionately.

He grunted. "Yeah I think." He held his wound. "But we may have to make alot of stops."