Choices

Erik was surprised at the groups skill, very few he had seen would fare this well against such a pack. He tensed as he saw two more men approach, one in particular carrying a hefty looking axe.
His thoughts were interrupted by an old whisp of a man.
"Jotun!! A real live giant."
Before he could respond, the man with the axe had stepped in front of him, shushing him.
"My thanks for your aid, would you share a camp with us this night?"
Up close, Erik noticed a sickness lay upon him, sweat drenching his pale forehead.
"It was you who aided me, so it would be rude to refuse."
Erik looked at the trolls laying about the once beautiful glade and felt a pang in his chest at the loss of it.
Hearing the elf speak, then the worried tones of her companions, he turned to see she had collapsed.
"I had found a cave not far from here, not the best option given the fresh meat that will entice more beasts, but it appears to be the best we have got. I can carry your packs and your friend if you choose to travel there."