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"Water... Air... gasp*" A faint voice sounded as a small thin figure approached Cheydinhal's blue road gates.

"Gasp*"

The guards outside took notice of the silhouettein the distance.

It was dark though, naturally, and if anything. The swamplands of Cheydinhal county were probably the darkest place imagineable east of Alewell...

The gasping and coughing grew closer, causing the guards outside to be a bit more tense.

One of them shouted:

"Who goes there!"

Their only response was even heavier breathing, as if someone had run a hundred miles without stopping for anything.

"It's getting closer, Lucius... What do we do?"

"Hold it! don't shoot it, until we can see what it is!" The other guard snapped. He didn't want to have the death of a civilian on his hands.

And it appeared that judgement was right:

An out-of-breath, delirious Breton stumbled into the light of the gatetower in front of the guards, and fell to the ground. Exhausted.

"Sweet arkey! This man needs a healer... I mean doctor! Right now!"

That was the last Boreau heard before he passed out.

"inform Tabith as well..." The guard said before the other one went for help.