<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Albert & a passel of kids<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whippersnappers<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 15th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jones' Mercantile & Trading Post<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jaelyn, Ginny, open<br/><hr/><br/>The children all chimed in at once to Jaelyn's question, another cacophony of voices, but she was able to divine it had only been a few minutes, that they had brought him here as quick as they could. They were eager to help their fallen brother and those who were given a task jumped to it quickly and the rest stuck close though they gave her some room like she asked. One girl started to cry, as if this was all too much for her, and was equally comforted by some and berated by others for her tears. Albert's eyes were open but glassy and fixed on her face, looking for a little reassurance as he hung on to consciousness. He reached over with his good arm and grabbed her hand, squeezing it hard enough she could feel he still had a little strength left.<br/><br/>"It ain't so bad. I feel better already," he murmured, trying to be brave, but she could still see the fear in his ashen face. After a moment his eyes fluttered closed again and he went limp.<br/>