695 Honorary Elf

Tycondrius and Krysaos took Imperia and the human girl to higher ground, setting up a defensive perimeter by the edge of a steep cliff. 

Ishmael took overwatch with an enchanted crossbow, hiding in the shadows of a tall tree. Because of his vigilance, Tycon felt confident in focusing his attention on the two females. 

The human was in good condition, though she remained in a catatonic state. 

The Elf child, Imperia, was marked by dried blood-- some red, some an ominous black. However, upon further inspection, her wounds had closed. 

The Cleric did not have access to healing magics. Either the Elven Sovereign had met with the two... or the lost girl was to credit. 

A Healing Class would be a valuable asset to him... or could develop into a formidable enemy. 

Tycon checked his pocket watch when Imperia began to stir. It had been nearly a bell.