Gareth blinked. A crutch? What did he... He moved slightly, settling more weight upon his injured leg, and almost collapsed from the immediate protest his wounds made.
Indeed. A crutch was quite the thing.
He made a shallow nod of thanks then took the length of metal. It was bent and, where it had been sheared off under the force of the animated corpse's prybar, jagged. But it was about the right length. So he placed the jagged end on the ground, the more gently rounded end under his arm, and tried to take a step.
It hurt.
But it worked. He was at least slightly mobile again. That was the best he could hope for.
There was not much to the level of the tower - assuming they really were within the Necromancer's tower and not somewhere else - that held the room with their cell. The doorwa
