Chapter 24

“Are you sure you can’t come with us?” Boon addressed Boren once again before mounting his horse. “Even if you can’t fight, I could still use your strategic mind.”

“I’ll only slow you down,” Boren replied tiredly. He was leaning on the wooden crutch that one of the elves had made for him, exhausted and in pain. “The inflammation is severe; I might not make it on the road,” he continued, breathing heavily. “But the moment it gets better, I’ll follow you.”

Boon’s face twisted in displeasure. “That’s all the weak elves' medicine. Useless! Hold on, Boren, I’ll send someone to the capital to request the dragon healer. You’ll get back on your feet in no time.” He paused. “You know, I would leave our healer with you, but I need him on the battlefield more.”

“It’s fine,” Boren shook his head. “I can manage on my own.” He had barely finished his sentence when Bortrand rode up to them and reminded Boon that it was time to depart.