Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-11457306-20141008020115

Daria considered what to do. She could not move him an inch, not because of the injuries but because of her own. Her leg would not support her trying to drag him back to the tree trunk. She rose stiffly and hobbled back to the trunk, stumbling and nearly falling in the darkness. She managed to drag her own pack out and carry it back to where Dral waited.

First she scooped a hole in the soft earth, pushing away the damp leaves and fallen branches. Then she set a fat candle in the hole and lit it with the fire starters in her tinderbox. This gave her light to see. Washing her hands as best she could, she set about removing arrows. The one in the shoulder had come all the way through.

"I'm sorry, this will hurt.  I'm going to cauterize the wound."

She cut the arrowhead off, then coated the end of it with Dwarven oil and lit it.

(Any one who gets the movie reference gets kudos.)