Athran replied with a nod and reached after the bag. His hand managed to pull out a piece of bread and dry meat. It was hard and almost tasteless, but right now, he would eat even his own boots. His eyes were glued to the eagle, perched on the edge of the cliff.
"Well, greetings, Bane." he uttered after a while, and stuffed another piece of food into his mouth. Bane didn't show any sign of perceiving his voice, but as he learned from Maigrod, that could mean about anything. Athran covered himself with his cape and continued eating. The wind was playing with his long hair, picking it up and blowing it into his face.
He ate slowly, and a small piece of food took him a really long time to finish, but in the end, he proceeded to pack Dram's bag back and stood up to move it to the safety of the cave. Staring more at the sky and rocks around than under his feet, he happened to trip over something on the ground and fall straight on his face.
Something cracked in his body, so loudly he though he could actually hear the sound. A silent scream escaped his mouth. His fingers slowly let go off the bag. He could feel tears rolling down his face, and groaned.
Trips over, falls on face, cries. I should be ashamed. He rolled over, facing the sky. There was one good thing on this - he could finally feel his right arm. The bad thing about it was that it was painful. Athran though he was better off before.
The eagle turned to him and squawked. The elf sighed. "Are you laughing at me?"
Bane remained silent once again.
"Well, you have a reason. A fool on the ground." Athran growled. The next few minutes he spent contemplating life and its struggles in silence.