Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-12599067-20140201223313

Jack was bolting down the stairs in pursuit of Stroggvir when he caught a low moan from another room, and stopped as the rest of the group ran past. He poked his head into the room from which the noise was coming from and looked about. The room with the prison cells sat before him, with the brutally murdered necromancer still sitting in the corner. The sound of movement in the cell to his right caught his attention, and so he turned his head to look into the cell. A shadowy figure sat in the back of the cell, head hanging down.

"Hello? Are you okay?" he asked, automatically assuming the prisoner was an innocent civilian from the nearby mill.

Makoru pushed past Anwen, automatically dropping to his knees and pulling her into his lap, cradling her head in one arm as he checked for wounds. He was no mage, but he knew that expending large amounts of magicka in small amounts of time wasn't heathy. He let out a sigh of relief when he discovered she was unscathed and pulled out his potions pouch, rummaging through the bag for one of the tonics the witches had given him. Once he had found one, he quickly opened it and poured the potion down her throat, careful not to choke her.

"I thought you said you were going to look out for her," he frowned, looking up to Anwen as if expecting an answer, even though she would be unable to answer in anything more than growls or snarls.