"Quit fussing, or I'll leave you here," not-Caramon replies gruffly.
They're near the outskirts of some kind of town now, with the first hints of dusk starting to brighten the sky. Having found a small, running stream and the first vestiges of safety, he stopped to dress whatever wounds Raistlin might have accumulated on the way.
He'd picked up some medicine from the fairegoers, among other things. The cream is cold and a little scathing, but the pain will soon subside as he gently wraps a torn cloth over the cut on his head. He uses his teeth where his stiff, iron prosthetic was insufficient in tying the knot.
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They're near the outskirts of some kind of town now, with the first hints of dusk starting to brighten the sky. Having found a small, running stream and the first vestiges of safety, he stopped to dress whatever wounds Raistlin might have accumulated on the way.
He'd picked up some medicine from the fairegoers, among other things. The cream is cold and a little scathing, but the pain will soon subside as he gently wraps a torn cloth over the cut on his head. He uses his teeth where his stiff, iron prosthetic was insufficient in tying the knot.