Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140701032221/@comment-11457306-20140705140144

Harridan worked over Damia, trying to rouse her to consciousness and only partially succeeding. She had a new respect for the witch and for magic users in general. She'd never realized how much of themselves they gave to their magic. They did not just conjure power from thin air--it came from within. The woman was as exhausted as if she'd fought a three day campaign without rest. In a sense, she had.

She managed to get Damia to her feet long enough to take her over her shoulder and then carried her out into the common room.

The bartender watched with alarm as they went past. "Hey! What happened?  Where are you taking her?" He came around the end of his counter, drawing a long wicked looking dagger.

Harridan turned, watching him impassively until he got close enough, then kicked the dagger from his hand and punched him in the jaw with her free hand. "Imperial business!" she said. "Mind your own, citizen!" The barkeep scuttled back, puzzled and frightened. Harridan turned and left, kicking the door open with one booted foot and allowing it to bang shut behind her.