"What are you doing, Gray Elf?" asked the lead drow.
"Uh..." Kelnin decided he wanted to get away from drow, so quickly as he could with his diminished speed, notched his two arrows, the Dark Elves hadn't given him more, and shot two of the drow. Then he levitated one of the fallen warriors spears into his hand, then attacked the nearest dark elf. The remaining four soldiers leveled their spears and charged at Kelnin, he made one of the trees fall in their path, Kelnin gasped with effort, killing all of them, except one, who pulled out a throwing knife and hurled it into Kelnin's left shoulder, making drop his bow in pain. Kelnin took the knife out and threw it at the drow, completely missing him. The drow drew a short sword and ran at him, Kelnin acted as quickly as he could and took up a spear and threw it into the chest of the oncoming drow. Then Kelnin No-House ran, he didn't know where, he just ran, blood dripping from his shoulder, and finally had to stop for breath, his running was becoming only as good as a Man's, by a small creek. Kelnin smelled something, swamp gases, he must be near the Morkut Swamp, a great swath of bogs and marshes to the south of the Avwan and Alsthrinyulner. Kelnin now had no arrows, though he had taken the slain drow's sword. He wet his face in the creek, as the water settled, he saw his reflection;
"Grayer every day, weaker, slower everyday, less connected with nature everyday." He smacked the water with his hand. Then Kelnin got up, refreshed, gathered some food, and set off for the swamp.
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