Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140426234213/@comment-24784616-20140427221515

A mage rushed over to Raddan to make him sit down.

"Don't touch me! Let me go," he tried to shove them away with his injured arm, but it hurt too much to even move it.

"For the love of the gods, just stay seated! Your injuries won't get any better if you keep moving around," the mage argued.

He cursed under his breath, sitting back down at the table. "Could you at least get Augka here? The commander of the types in red and gold uniform."

"Yes, just stay here," and the mage walked out.

Raddan set his warhammer down, letting it lean against his leg. He looked over to Thetric.

"How you feelin', Thet?"