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Markef turned around to see the wounded Elf desperately crawling towards the stream, mumbling something about cayen. Markef knew what cayen was, and frantically searched his pockets for some, but to no avail. However, he did have some dried leaves of a plant his father called "kel". As the Elf slipped into unconsciousness, Markef crushed one of the brittle dried leaves in his hand, and placed the broken pieces into the Elf's mouth. Grasping his canteen, he poured some water into the Elf's mouth, hoping that he would instinctively swallow. The Elf coughed on it, but eventually calmed down. "Kel leaves", he said to nobody in particular. "They won't cure him, but they'll keep him from croaking on us, at least for now".