Snippet #2112807

Cralix would see the man off, nodding in appreciation. "Take well of him." he would mutter as the man took the reigns and led the Duke away. He hoped they would find a healer soon and that he would be safe for the time being. The sky was growing darker with the sun sinking. It would be best to start a fire, who knows what beasts would come to this field for a chance at the free weapons and easy kills.

Cralix would sit down, pulling his plate from his body. He'd lay eyes on the wound at his left thigh, it would become infected if he didn't give it true care, quickly. He would pull his equipment up fighting off the pain that stated it's objection, and pull himself to his dead horse. He let his equipment fall pulling his pack from the corpse. It was sad to have seen such a faithful companion, die.

He trifled around inside the pack until he found bandages and his water flask, he'd pull the dirty bandages from the wound, dripping water into the wound. He'd wince at the pain of it, and his leg would quiver slightly in a feeble attempt to dodge the dripping water. He'd then wrap it with delicate care, making sure to pull it tight and taut. He'd then hang his head back taking one large gulp of the warm water inside. Letting out a deep breath.

He piled the dirty cloth that had once kept his wound and some dry grass, he searched for thirty or so minutes before finding a large broken branch in the darkness of the ridge, he pulled it, with much effort to the site of his horse and hacked it into pieces. He pulled the flint from his pack and had a fire by the time it was dark. He hoped it'd be a beacon to survivors. He proceeded to fashion a torch, then fed the fire, making ten minute rounds about the battle site, only stopping to come back and feed his fire.

Soon enough he'd found three wounded men and had them at the fire. He continued, begrudgingly.