"Nice job, Aranor," said Shara jokingly "Now let's get out."
Aranor looked at here with open mouth, still breathing heavily of the battle they just won. "How are you making jokes right now, I just almost died," he said "I mean look at my arm." He showed her his arm that was still bleeding out.
"Hmm, yeah maybe we should get that fixed. Let's get out of here. I had a friend of mine make us a teleportation stone." She threw the stone on the ground between them.
There was a bright white flash again, and suddenly they were standing in an open meadow. In all directions, you could look miles away. To the north-east, Aranor saw the mountain from which they just came, and to the west, there was a small village at the edge of a forest. Its houses were simple but elegant. Made of wood and bamboo, ropes to hold it together and with leaves for keeping the wind and water out. The village was filled with mostly Catfolk, but also an occasional Elf or even something else. "Follow me Aranor, let's go see the town healer."
Walking through the village Aranor was enchanted by the beauty of it. He saw people of races he had never seen before. He thinks he even saw a walking tree, though he wasn't sure because he might just be hallucinating.
"Here we are."
"Oh dear lord look at ya. What in heavens name did yar friend do Shara?" An old lady stood in front of them, searching Aranor for his wounds. She kept blabbering about being careful. She was short and had a muscular build.
She must be a dwarf. Thought Aranor.
"Aranor, meet Ralos, she is the village healer. Ralos, this is my friend Aranor, he got bitten by some wolf beast up in the mountain."
"Oh dear boy, let's have a look at ya." Ralos put her hands on the wound on Aranor's arm. He felt a burning pain shooting through his arm and the rest of his body. The pain was too much, he fainted.
Laying there unconscious gave Shara a good chance to look at Aranor. He was a tall muscular guy, with long light blonde hair. He was equipped with a well-made leather armor, furthermore, he wore plate spaulders, grieves and vambraces. As weapons, he had a fine long sword on his hip, a hunting knife in his belt, and two daggers shoved into his boots.
Slowly opening his eyes Aranor began to wake up. He heard Shara and Ralos whisper about him.
"What was that thing that bit him, Ralos?"
"I'm afraid I know," said Ralos hesitant, "if it is what I think it is, we might be in danger."
"What?! What do you mean 'in danger'. He is a good man, I followed him for weeks, months even maybe. He fights the good fight."
"You have been what?" Shara and Ralos shook up. They looked at Aranor, not knowing he had just woken up. He was sitting there with an offended face. "What did you say?"
"Uhm, uhm, uhm." Shit, what am I gonna say, think Shara, think "I said I followed you for hours."
"Really, I could've sworn you said weeks."
"Just tell em Shara."
"Tell me what!" Aranor was getting impatient. Furiously he looked at Shara
"Weell,"