Bang!

The DM: As the party is concerned with Vafrandir's health, which is winnowing away a bit at a time, they hear a tremendous bang and a scream. It comes from west of the crashed ship, upwind, about a two hundred yards away, where there is a cluster of rocks.

Pandred: "What NOW?" I will kick the spider's hairy body and set off towards the sound. "Odds! Hold him, will you!"

The DM: How fast? I presume as fast as you can go. As you rush, you see Willa stagger into sight atop a large rock, holding an unfamiliar backpack, before collapsing forward and rolling down to the ground.

Embla Strand I hurry out and run to Willa as fast as I can.

Pandred: Ditto.

The DM: Pandred reaches her first. She's hurt, having taken some burns on her face. The pack next to her is definitely unfamiliar; valuable, dark grey in colour and bearing the emblem of the King of Denmark & Norway, Christian the 5th. Your king. Willa is muttering, half-heartedly trying to reach under her doublet.

Embla Strand "Willa, what's the matter?"

Vafrandir: To answer the earlier question, no I don't have any additional salves.

The DM: That's a pity.

Willa: [dazed] Fjall is dead.

The DM: She struggles to reach under her doublet and gives up.

Willa: ... healing salve ...

Embla Strand Do we have any more? Is Willa in danger of dying as well?