Xardorasch holds Elandonia in his arms praying that his time was not wasted and such a cure will work.
Moments pass as he sees that she will awaken but his concern is still on the storm. He slides his arms beneath the elven lady and carries her into the fury pushing forward.
With each step the dwarf begins to remember about the treasures to be found and starts to lose his way. He walks blindly without seeing and the storm holds no effect on him as he carries this sleeping beauty in his arms.
Xardorasch was not a simple dwarf and walked with a stride, treasure is what he seeks yet pride gives him strength in holding this elven lady. He once again focuses on finding shelter and evading the storm.
Xardorasch mumbles, "I must carry on, she shall awaken soon."
