"Go ahead and help yourself to the wound, Thothalas. As far as I'm concerned, you and Dan are the next best things that we have to doctors at the moment." commented the Dark Elf as he slipped off the Elven chain mail shirt and allowed the High Elf to examine his bandages.Looking at Ashleyien, Sterling smiled and jokingly said, "The problem with you guys are that you're a bunch of picky eaters. I remember the time when the Shadow Riders and I were scouting out the Northlands for Venger's army about 48 years ago. Winter came early to the region and brought with it a nightmarish snowstorm that had us completely cut off from the main army's supply lines."
The Swordsman winced a little as the Mage changed his bandages, continuing he said, "The storm lasted for about five weeks; and inspite of the fact that our rations ran out at the end of the second week, we were still able to surive the last three--and you know how we did it?"
Smiling proudly the Drow admitted, "We ate our horses! I have to confess that they were pretty good, a little tough maybe, but they tasted a lot like chicken."
A Point To Ponder
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