IV: Brasik’s ruined body lay mercifully close by. Farinfoor braced himself on the corpse of a felled giant and slowly made his way towards the sound of desperate pleas. Brasik’s eyes brightened almost imperceptibly at the sight of his approach. He lay half-buried by the surrounding dead; his right leg ending in tatters at the knee. Farinfoor stooped to kneel beside him but was halted by his friend’s surprisingly resolute cry.
