Taking Inventory

Laying the elf among what furs remained gore free, Erik looked towards the others.
The hunter remained encased on the wall, mumbling something about vile filth or something in his slumber.
He turned to Olin.
"My tale is of no importance. What matters is that he remains."
Kespin had went to check on Dyvia, who had passed out during the commotion.
"She looks fat enough, but there is no signs of labor. Tiella dear, would you know anything about this?"

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