Entaru, not seeing a point in rambling, had kept quiet most of the trip. Sure he would complain occasionally, mostly about his aching feet, but he didn't want to bother anyone. He wanted to help White with the scroll, but he couldn't even see the writing. Kiana and Korius weren't options, as neither of them had seemed a bit friendly towards him as they traveled. The rangers had kept to themselves...but that was just who they were. This new Drevo fellow didn't seem to eager to talk either. So far the closest thing he had gotten to talking to people was helping Felodran around, and with him being a warrior of the sword rather than one of the word...well, let's just say it made it hard to relate to him.
One evening, while they were sitting around the campfire, Entaru suddenly started coughing as a bolt of pain went through the right side of his chest. The illness hadn't been bothering him for the last few days but now it had come back with a vengeance! His right lung now paralyzed, Entaru collapsed to the ground struggling for air. He beat on his chest with his left hand, as his right was useless as well.