A gasp startled him awake.
"What is it, Meulin? A vision?"
"Death is upon thee. He shall be taken from us." She quickly spoke, before the possession fled and she fainted into his arms.
"Meulin? Meulin?! Who?!?! Who shall be taken!?"
Just then, the tent flap opened, and Rufioh poked his head in before entering fully.
"Kankri.. My boy, I'm afraid I must be bearer of bad news."
"Who has been wounded, Rufioh?"
The troll sat with his back to the door where Rufioh stood, still cradling the unconscious Meulin on his lap.
"I am not sure how you already possess that knowledge, but...oh, Lord forgive me..Kankri, it's Mituna."
"What..? How did this happen?!" Kankri turned to face Rufioh, horror turning his pallor a pale white.
"He was struck down while we were fishing. We never saw his attackers, but no-one followed us, I can assure you."
"But Mituna, how is he?! Will he live?!?"
"The Dolorosa says it's far too soon to tell. His wounds were very grave, Kankri. It's a wonder w