[center][h3]Fýr[/h3][/center]
[hr]Fyr patiently waited as the injuries some of the others had sustained were taken care for. To him, that healing magic felt like something on the verge of a miracle. He had not really seen such a thing before -- in the village he came from, injuries were usually treated using herbs and other methods coming from decades, if not centuries of tradition. Not quite as fast as Gwyn's magic, he had to admit silently.

Speaking of Gwyn... Was she a noble ? Those things around her feet must have cost a lot! Yet still the general design was not entirely unfamiliar to Fyr. He had seen similar shoes before the few times he had visited one of the larger cities of his homeland and made a mental note about asking her about this later, but right now it felt a little inadequate to start a small talk while they were still in grave danger.

Fyr gave a dedicated nod and gentle smile in Gwyn's direction, then looked over to the stairs she mentioned. [color=yellow]"We should decide on who goes first. I doubt they are broad enough to do anything else than go up one after another."[/color] Who knew if new guards were already waiting for them at the upper end or close by ? They should have the room to use their weapons properly -- and enough sight. If he went first, he'd probably block everybody else's vision.

He peeked onto the map and frowned. [color=yellow]"I wish the parchment would tell us where our stuff is..."[/color]