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Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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Bernon frowned. Didn't sound like a good dream. I feel a little guilty for hearing what he said, like we were spying on him. He sighed. Well….get some rest, anyway. I'll keep an eye on him.

Tanrial nodded, It's not spying when he's sleep talking, that can't be prevented, She looked at Bernon for a moment, Goodnight. She quickly rolled out the bedroll and closed her eyes.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully. At dawn, the smell of burning food woke Tanrial up. Bernon was still soundly asleep, but the fire had been stoked, and a pot of stew put on. However it was unattended and boiling over, sending water into the fire with a loud hiss. Mike was nowhere in sight.

Tanrial groaned, saw what happened and took the pot of the fire almost immediately, trying to make sure she didn't burn herself. She carried it to the table and placed it down with a bang, scowling at the chair where Mike and been hours earlier.

Bernon sat up groggily at the sound, his hair sticking up messily. "Wuzzup?" He squinted at the room in general. "Hey….where's Mike? How come the front door's open?"

"No clue. But he left the pot on the stove and the stews burnt…." She tuned and scowled at the open door for a moment before walking the few steps to shut it.

That was when she saw Mike, slumped against the side of the boulder a few feet away. His face was pale, and he wasn't moving. A large bloodstain was spreading across his shoulder, soaking his shirt and jacket.

"Gods." She ran out the door, the anger replaced with concern, "Mike? Mike, what the hell happened?" Apart form the bloodstain on his shoulder there wasn't any other sign of injury. She shook him slightly to try and wake him up.

He inhaled sharply and jerked away from her, not seeming to recognize her for a minute. Then his face tightened with pain and he leaned back against the rock. "Dangit," he muttered. "Jus' meant to get some fresh air. Din't mean to pass out like that."
Bernon came outside to see what was going on. "Mike? What the….." His eyes narrowed. "You got hurt pretty bad yesterday, didn't you?"
Mike stubbornly avoided his gaze. "I'm fine. He didn't stab me too deep. We gotta get up and go soon, we're almost there."

She rolled her eyes, "Not until you're feeling better and the wound is bandaged." Tanrial said, carefully hooking his arm over her shoulders to help him up. She led Mike into the cabin and sat him down in a chair, then went off to find her medical supplies.

(brb, might not be back on tonight)
Bernon closed the door and started preparing some more hot water. "What time is it, would you say?"

(okay)
"I'd say… well, it's a few hours from sunrise so maybe about eight thirtyish??" She replied, gently removing Mike's shirt so she could see the wound better.

"And how far is it to Ryker's base, Mike?" Bernon asked sternly.
Mike winced as the shirt was pulled away, taking with it some of the dried blood around the wound. It looked very deep (all the way through to his first rib) and messy, although he'd clearly attempted to clean and bandage it several hours ago. It must have started bleeding again quite recently, and it was starting to get a bit infected as well. Mike coughed a little, bringing up some blood.
"It's maybe eight miles from here," he said weakly.
"So," Bernon said, "assuming we walk at about a mile an hour, which is likely because of your wound and the rough terrain, we get there in eight hours. That's not close, Mike. And you should not be walking at all with an injury like that."
"Ryker has professional doctors," Mike grunted. "And you guys are fine at medical stuff. I don't want to waste another day."

Tanrial rolled her eyes, “Why are you so stubborn?” She said, dabbing away at the wound with a wet cloth, “Ryker can wait, what matters this second is cleaning and tending to this wound…” She paused for a moment, “Why didn’t you tell us earlier? We could have been moving by now what because of this, we can’t. Please tell me why you didn’t say?”
She grabbed a new cloth and a bottle of some yellow liquid, placing it on the cloth then onto the wound, small sparks of orange fizzed off of Mike’s skin where the liquid was being placed.

Mike actually growled when the liquid started to react, glaring pointedly at the fire so he didn't have to look at it. "I've been injured like this before, when I was traveling alone. I know how to take care of myself, and it's always cleared up without any trouble. This time I just happened to slightly misjudge my condition and stay on watch an hour too long. If I'd gotten enough sleep, you never woulda known I was hurt, and I would have been healing up just fine."

“Fine, whatever you say… and stop being such a baby, the liquid will help you heal faster it’s not that bad.” She said as it fizzed a little more but died down. Screwing the cap back on the bottle she grabbed some bandages and gently wrapped them round his shoulder.

Mike lapsed into silence, looking annoyed, but mostly with himself. Bernon glanced out the window and sighed.
"Well…..the day doesn't have to be wasted. In fact, this might be a good thing, in a way. One of us can stay here with Mike, and the other one could do a little scouting and scope out the area around Ryker's base. That way we won't be walking in blind." He went over to the fire and took off the hot water, using it to clean Mike's shirt and the dirty bandages. "Who wants to stay here and who wants to head out?"

Tanrial shrugged, “I don’t mind, whatever you want to do. Would you rather spend the day outside or stuck with this baby for the day?” She asked Bernon rasing an eyebrow and packing away her things.

The corner of Bernon's mouth went up. "Oh, I don't mind hanging out here, you go ahead. You're better at stealthy stuff anyway." He handed her a package of nuts and some water. "Take some breakfast with you, and come back by noon to tell us what you find, all right?"

Tanrial smiled a little, “Alright, I’ll be back soon.” She said, grabbing her bow, a dagger and headed out the door.
The sun was now shining brightly overhead, it’s rays shining through gaps in the leaves above. Peaceful, is one word to call the day, it was peaceful. After a few miles of walking in each direction, Tanrial found a small creek running along. Good, a place to fill up the canteens. She turned to head in the opposite direction when a crackle of twinges sounded not the far away. Hurriedly, she climbed the tallest tree in sight, knock an arrow in her bow and waited.

After a moment, a figure came into view. He looked like a soldier, wearing strange tactical gear and carrying a gun. He stopped beneath the tree Tanrial was in, looked around carefully, and waved to someone behind him. Three more soldiers came into view, seeing watchful but not wary. Perhaps they were on patrol, making sure there was no danger in this part of the woods.

Tanrial didn’t fire the arrow, although she did keep it knocked in the bow. They didn’t look dangerous but looks can be decieving. There was muffled mumbling from the guards as they lent down to fill up their canteens at the stream she was just standing it.

She could hear them talking The one who seemed to be in charge sighed.
"Jeez, how long does it take you guys to refill? We have four more miles of border to walk before we can head back and get something to eat."
"You think we don't know that?" one grumbled. "And that's if there's no bandits or crazy woodsmen, which is unlikely. Why don't we just clear out the woods and burn 'em, save ourselves the pain?"
"Because, you eco-terrorist. Burning the woods would hurt a lot more than just bandits. Besides, sometimes the people around here need our help, and as a strong military force we want them to trust and respect us, not hate us. Attacking the locals is not a good idea, period."

Tanrial tried to suppress her smirk, at least if they saw her they weren’t going to kill her on sight, that was a plus. She had to think of a way to get out without being caught. If she shifted she they’d try and attack her, if she shot they’d attack her. She could walk out there, just say she was a lonely traveller going about her way. Tanrial didn’t know how much time passed while she pondered over her ideas.

While she was thinking, one of the soldiers casually glanced up at the treetops. Then he blinked and looked surprised. "There's a girl in that tree, staring at us," he said conversationally.
The others looked up. "Nice going, guys," the captain said. "We could have been killed while you morons admired your reflections. What are you doing up there, kid?"