"In the caravan. He tried to take on a red templar, monstrous, huge thing. By himself." Cadash gestured with her head. "He's going to be okay."

Cole himself popped up over the back of the cart. There was a bandage on his head and old stains on his face from a head wound that had bled prolifically. "We found a dragon, but it was snoring, so we walked around it."

"He could've lost the leg. It'll heal fine, but-" Cadash threw up her hands. "You try and talk sense into him."