Finally found him. I happened across Zedar outside of a small town. He had been suprised by his enemies. I ran to help as he jumped up to face them with a fierce cry. Zedar was wounded, however. I hurled my sword at them and grabbed him up. I should have stayed to fight, but it may have cost Zedar's life.
Camped in the wood, I looked him over. His wounds werent serious, but he was dazed. In the morning, I carried him home. There is a war brewing, and we will be there to stand over the bodies.
--On a sidenote, i was not able to recover my sword, and while my daggers look less menacing, they shall perform the same bloody task as my sword.
Posted by Farg at October 19, 2004 06:11 PM