Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131208215432/@comment-3293219-20131209134403

Manja used C'laro and Eilonwyn's banter to slip away, seemingly unoticed.

She made it deep into the woods before she felt a sharp stinging sensation in her shoulder, she winced, knowing that screaming would give her position away and fell to her knees.

Manja hung over Nish, gritting her teeth and expecting Eilonwyn to coldly slit her throat and take Nish away from her.

"Dad!" A voice cried out in the fog, "I don't think it's a deer!"

"No shit!" Another voice called.

Manja looked up and saw the outline of a khajit running over to her, he knelt down and examined her.

"Alessia..." He cursed under his breath.

"Are you alright?"

"ALRIGHT!?" Manja hissed, trying to keep it down. "No, okay? I'm not alright, I'm running for my friend's life and you shot me in the back by an arrow! No, I'm in a lot of pain and I'm scared shitless!"

The khajit grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.

"That's quite the pickle you're in..." The khajit replied, oddly calm about the situation. "Oh and for the record, I didn't shoot you, my daughter did."

"Oh, well that makes it okay then." Manja mumbled as she was pulled to her feet.

"I can carry your friend you won't make it alone anyway, not with that arrow in you. Follow her back to my house and I'll get your friend back, safely."