Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-12599067-20141010030805

"No, we need to get back to Arenthia," Dralnach answered, doing his best to find the strength to pull himself up to a sitting position as he forced himself to stay awake. "I don't doubt that Brihanna and Tasha are tearing up the forest looking for you, and I'm certainly going to have some words with Ma'Jharo when we get back," the Reachman growled. "Well, assuming Ma'Jharo didn't ditch everyone and go scrambling back to Elsweyr, and that the elves didn't abandon the city for some reason."

"But in any case, we'll do ourselves no good by sitting here in the middle of the forest," the Reachman noted, shakily doing his best to rise to his feet and instinctively turning to grab his knapsack before remembering that it had been stolen. So instead, he turned to Daria and was about to offer her a hand before once again taking into account her injured leg. He frowned and dropped down onto his haunches, meeting her eyes with the concerned light of his own. "Do you think you can make it back to Arenthia, or should I mix you a potion?" he asked, as he was no healer and figured that they should probably move on if Daria thought she could.