[Magus]

The elf came up and took his arm. "All grudges I have against you are lost, and I embrace ye like a brother, though you might choose not to..." he uttered, his grave tone lightened by a welcoming smile. The others immediately descended on him, bombarding him with questions and details of their journey.

Gilthanas looked about in confusion. Who are these people? he thought. Though they did seem familiar...

The dwarf must have seen the look on his face. "ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT ENOUGH!" Kohrvain yelled "These sick uns need rest and they damn well need it! Git back to yer rooms er halls er whatever ye call em!"

The crowd left, albeit reluctantly. All except for a wizened old man, decked in the dark blue robes of a mage. “May I stay for a moment?” the mage asked the dwarf. “He’s an old friend of mine. I promise I won’t be long.”

The dwarf nodded slowly. “Aye, but make it quick.” He finished up with Gilthanas and left to tend to Anduin in the adjacent cubicle.

The mage walked up to him. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly.

Gilthanas looked at him for a moment, a quizzical look on his face. It was quite disconcerting. “I’m alright,” he finally replied. He looked into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

Sedgemon inspected the bandages, knowing a little of first-aid himself. They were expertly tied, with the care only a specialist could provide. He knew Gilthanas and Anduin were in good hands. His eyes narrowed when he came across the bandage on Gilthanas’s head. The amount of bandage alone told him that it must have been a severe wound. He suddenly had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. No, he was just being paranoid. Gilthanas was fine now.

“Gilthanas?”

“Hmm?” he replied, somewhat distractedly.

“What happened back there?”

Gilthanas gave him a strange look. “Where?”

The sick feeling began to creep back. “At the bridge, when you were fighting the creature. What happened?” Sedge repeated.

Gilthanas shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Have we met?”