Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140922231331

Azarath watched the Breton girl for a brief moment, she looked incredibly injured from the fight as she had various stab wounds and scratches on her body as well as a few bruises and minor cuts.

"She... Looks like she's in bad shape, let's get her to bed at least..." He groaned, standing up and walking over to Grieve, placing a hand under her legs and wrapping the other around her back as he lifted her. He forgot his injuries and thus, the weight of the girl almost caused him to fall forward, flat on his face but he managed to push past it, barely.

"Sh-Shit... She's heavier than she looks..." He winced.