Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-12599067-20141008011955

Dralnach was awoken by the sounds of brush moving as Ma'Jharo made his escape, a sound the Reachman was used to after days spent in the wilds of the Reach. He attempted to open his eyes, but with how tired he was, they felt like lead. He finally manged it and looked around for a moment, but his vision was blurry and he couldn't see right for a moment. However, his vision began to clear quickly and the Reachman saw the form of someone disappearing into the underbrush. He was confused for a brief moment before his memory returned and he realized he was being left for dead. He also noted that most of his goods were gone, some of them slung across the mercenary's back in a knapsack.

The rage of a man betrayed burned through the Reachman's veins like fire, but he was still weak and disoriented from combat. He took a moment to try and find his voice before he finally spoke, but even when he did his voice was raspy and nowhere near as loud as he thought it would be, partly suppressed by the dense underbrush and sounds of the night forest.

"Come back here, you furry, sleazy-ass sonovabitch!" Dralnach roared, although it was more like a raspy snarl. If Ma'Jharo heard him, he made no moves to return to the side of the Reachman and continued walking until he was gone from view.