The skinny and young boy would not stop yelling. There was a flare of panic in his intensely amber eyes. Big pearls of tears were rolling down his freckled cheeks and the pain, real and imaginary, made his face muscles twist into an expression of terror, like one of a mortally wounded prey. As Allet and Sylvaine rushed to his aid, the boy was frantically trying to grab any rocks and stones around him to pull his legs free. Naturally to no avail. All that it did was send more sand and dust flying.

As Alfaru pulled him out, the boy struggled trying to break free from Alfaru’s hold. In his panicked state, being held by someone was like fuel to the flames for him. Upon being freed from the weight of the slab, the damage to his legs could be seen. The boy had been lucky. Because of the rocky landscape, the slab had not crushed his feet. Instead of falling straight on them, the surrounding rocks had given him some protection. His left foot was mostly fine, though there were signs of severe twist from a sudden move to an extreme position. There was already a large bruise developing around his ankle. His right foot had not been so lucky. The boy would walk again after proper treatment and much rest, but now his ankle was dislocated from overextension. There was severe internal bleeding, the foot dragged after the boy’s leg in a loose manner and pointing to a direction it was not supposed to.

The spell Alfaru cast took the real pain away for the time being. As the boy was spoken to, he calmed down, realizing these strangers were trying to help him in his predicament. Nervous and scared, he looked at Allet, Sylvaine and Alfaru and the rock. Then he turned his face away, shy as he was. He heard Alfaru’s questions and flinched at the idea of talking to a stranger. He was silent for a while, except for the crying that was slowly fading and calming down. [color=fff79a]“Looking.”[/color] He answered the first question. [color=fff79a]“At home”[/color], he answered the second. He hesitated more at the third, but finally muttered, [color=fff79a]“Säätur”[/color].

[@Knight of Doom][hider=Sylvaine]Where the slab was resting, you see a small white flower. Vivid green stem, with a few equally green leafs at the root and five vibrantly white petals.[/hider]
[@Sanity43217][hider=Numair]As you turn to continue towards Avveel, a cart pulled by a horse with two men and some cargo appear from behind the curve of a hill in less than a mile's distance.[/hider]