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Hours pass and it seems that the young goblin is still yet to wake. He is in the realm between life and death, a limbo of some sorts. It was nearly dusk when the raid group returns to their village, they were met with a mixture of emotions. Joy is the most common felt due to the success of the raid and the number of supplies took from the rival village, but a good number felt worry for the state Tovo was in.

One of those more concerned about the well being of Tovo is the village shaman herself. She had years of experience treating all kinds of injuries, from small scrapes of younglings to severed limbs of seasoned warriors, but she still can not bear to see them in such states. She sees them not as her patients, but as her own younglings. She could not help the feeling. She had seen a good number of them grow up first hand and seeing them in such a state will always hurt her deeply.

She looks to Taurl and practically pleads to him to tell her what had happened to Tovo.