Posts from Maiven Lightfoot (Arandor) Auto-translated

Not everything was heard, but the last words of the Sylvan and the halfling's response reached the ears of Maiven and June. The two of them were talking about the need for a doctor for the bird.

*No, he definitely isn't with them,* Mayven thought to herself as she overheard the conversation of two strangers, continuing on her way.

Now the halfling started waving his arms.
It seems they shouldn't have been jostling each other at the market: a long ear appeared briefly in the distance. However, June didn't notice it, but Maeve did.

- June, let's go. They're here, - the halfling grabbed his friend and dragged him away from the market.

--Where? Oh, indeed! What stubborn ones! -- They didn't have to drag June; he started running and caught up with them at a decent speed. However, the Sylvan faction also noticed their comrades and rushed after them.
After a few seconds of pursuit, they lost two people who started harassing the red-haired halfling and the Sylvan. The other three continued the chase.

- It seems we're not the only ones with problems,” Maiven managed to say, “Let’s run, June, and try to hide in one of the alleys.

“But there are already four of us against five,” June said hesitantly. His uncertainty was further reinforced when he saw those two milling around the market, looking uncomfortable when they encountered the Sylvan faction.

- Do you think we can handle them? - the halfling looked at the Sylvan creatures chasing them. - Well, let's give it a try...

\\ can you describe the surrounding area, the number of people, and other details?

The people in the Cove were rather indifferent to street brawls, so despite their abundance, it was unlikely they would be of any help. However, there were many newcomers here, and that gave some hope.
--If I let them surround me, I'll show them, -- June remarked. Fear was evident in his eyes, but so was a reluctance to retreat.

The battle would have ended in a disastrous defeat if not for June; everything would have been lost. But they still won, although the heavily wounded Myven didn't regain consciousness immediately. In the brief moment when he could see and think, a Sylvan stood before him, managing to stay on his feet. It wasn't obvious, but this Sylvan was one of their own, not one of those belligerent fools.
Yes, Myven leveled up.

Myven tried to look around, but it was difficult to move, and everything was blurry in front of his eyes. He could only make out the silhouette of a Sylvan standing not far from him. “June,” he managed to say with difficulty, “where is June?”

He saw Jun nearby. He wasn't as bloodied as Maiven, but his body was covered in burns.

The halfling tried to get up, but he couldn't and crawled on his knees. "Hey, June... buddy, are you okay?"

To Maiven's horror, there was no response from his friend.

The hobbit gently shook the yoru, then checked its pulse.