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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Forty
"I want us all sleeping under the same roof," Falcon told the group gathered around their steaming bowls of stew. "I want locks forged for all the doors, including the storeroom; we should have done it long ago. Make two keys, one for myself and one for Red to use if needed when we are at the mines."
"Locks are easy enough," Shar said, "We'll have them done and on the doors before Light's Out."
"The girls and I will take care of moving the bedding around," Gola said. "Assume we'll use the men's barracks? It is the largest building."
"Aye," Falcon replied. "If needed, you can use mine and Crystal's hut to store any miscellaneous items. Sid, I need a tally of all our resources, if we received no more rations from this day forward how long would our food supply last. Count not only the storeroom but any of the vegetables in the garden."
"Surely the demons will feed us once we're allowed to return to the mines," Mudon said.
"We don't know that or if we will be allowed," Falcon said. "I'm supposed to be dead, they may very well correct that oversight tomorrow when we report in at the mines …" he waved off the gasps. "… or choose to withhold food as they did the wood not so long ago. We just need to be prepared."
"If they wanted you dead, they would have done it already." Sly said. "I think they are content for the moment with the price we did pay."
"Aye," Sid said taking a sip of his ale. "A heavy toll indeed, I'll start on the storehouse after lunch."
After the plates were cleared and the clan scattered to do various tasks Falcon stood beside his wife washing the dishes as she dried. "Adran wasn't there," he whispered.
"What do you mean, beloved?"
"In my dream state, my brother was there to greet me like always but Adran wasn't. I never really understood who or what Kinro is in my dreams. A memory… his spirit … but it has given me comfort. I was looking for the same in Adran and he wasn't there." Falcon spoke softly.
"Perhaps in your heart you haven't accepted the fact he is gone," Crystal said, wrapping her arms around him.
"My heart breaks and bleeds from the emptiness that is now in his place …"
"Then perhaps once the pain heals," Crystal said. "Fill the hole with the love of our child within me and draw on that strength in the days to come."
Nodding Falcon returned the embrace. As he did he thought of the words Kinro had spoken in his dream state, when he asked about Adran. "He doesn't belong here," had been the reply. There was an underlining emotion to Kinro words, jealousy perhaps that he had welcomed someone else into his heart. Falcon sighed and pushed the thought away, he had other matters to attend to.
Kissing Crystal he parted and walked over to where most of the dwarves were working the forge. Locks were finer than most items they had done before. Shar's nimble fingers were working on the spring and bolts that would go inside the simple but effective padlocks casings that Mudon was working on. Already aligned to work with the keys Rarvo was polishing. Shar caught Falcon's eye and paused in his work. "Ah, lad, I have something for you," he said. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a leather pouch. "I had three days of worrying over you to work on it," he said. "I'm just sorry the lad never got it back."
Falcon unwrapped the leather to find the sun-shaped medallion of Rain's restored. It was already attached to a chain, which he slid over his neck. He tucked the cool metal inside his shirt. "Thank you," Falcon said.
"Aye," Mudon said as he returned to his work. "Rarvo, work on the hinges next. Get them attached to the doors." The other dwarf voiced his agreement as Falcon walked off.
Peaking into the men's barracks next he found Red, Star and Gola working within. The room had been divided by sleeping preference. To the right were the small cots the dwarf favored and to the left furs and blankets had been laid down over mattresses on the ground for the Night Elves of the clan. In the middle was Sly's cot giving the rogue his choice of beds. "Use a couple of blankets and hang them up covering the windows," Falcon instructed.
"It is not always wise to cut off the view to the outside," Gola said.
"Curtains are easily pushed aside," Falcon said. "It is probably just an illusion but I'll be more content."
"Then we'll get them done," Gola said with a nod.
Leaving them he noticed Crystal approaching with their own bedding. Their gazes met and she smiled as she ducked inside. He found Sid in the smokehouse, he waited for the dwarf to pause and jot something down on the pad of paper he held. "How is it looking?" he asked.
"Good, lad, really good," Sid said. "We've always been thrifty with our food and with a smaller clan; we have a good supply of surplus. As long as we don't go throwing any feasts I'm guessing we can last a month maybe even two."
"Very good," Falcon said. "There is no need to tally the vegetables still in the ground, that number reassures me. Feel free to join the others if you wish."
Making his way to the front of the camp he found Sly sitting at the table, in front of him a length of leather. However, the knife in his right hand chipped at the wood of the table absentmindedly as the rogue stared into the flames of the fire.
"Kotka," Falcon whispered as he approached.
Sly's stupor broke and he looked up as Falcon approached. "Just caught me dazing," he said with a lopsided grin. The smile faded into a grimace as he dropped his knife and gripped his bandaged shoulder.
"Does it hurt much?" Falcon asked moving behind. He started unwrapping the bandage from Sly's shoulder.
"Time to time," Sly said. "Sid said to expect it; mostly it is just a dull ache but once in awhile feels like someone poked me with my blade."
The skin under the bandage was healed over completely but wasn't pretty to look at. Bright pink jagged scars ran from the middle of Sly's back to where the limb was missing. Placing a hand on the scarred flesh Falcon entered a healing trance. First he cooled the inflamed nerves, and then he went deeper to the muscles that would forever be searching for the missing arm. Those he massaged and calmed, as he worked he heard a faint purr escape from Sly's lips. Once he was content with the arm, he worked his way lower to the missing leg. He wasn't going to break the reverie Sly was in with taking the bandage off, he would look at the skin later. He could reach the nerve and muscles that needed his attention from any point. Afterwards as he separated his conscious with Sly's body he found the rogue had fallen asleep, using his arm as a pillow. Running a hand down the other's head, Falcon left him there sleeping.
"I did the best I could," Sid said from where he was sitting by the fire, watching and drinking from his mug.
"You saved his life, mine and Star," Falcon said squeezing the dwarf's shoulder, "you did just fine, old friend."
The dwarf patted the hand on his shoulder and took a drink of his ale. "I was afraid you might be upset with me when you awoke, you could have escaped this hell."
"When I escape this hell, you all are coming with me," Falcon said, his voice barely a whisper. "No regrets in living, old friend, no regrets."
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