Jemal
Adventurer
Rokelsh looks around at his companions, at their obvious wounds and waning strength... and sighs, as he feels his own strength reaching it's end. They were very brave, but perhaps too stubborn.. perhaps, just like himself.
"Several lives are in danger, our own included. If we fail, he dies, and who else will take his cause? As much as I hate to admit it, we lack the strength to go much further. We'll do no good dead, or unable to lift our swords" Rokelsh himself is nearly done for, feeling as though a stiff breeze could blow him over, though he'd never say so. "I've lost one friend allready down here, and do not intend to loose any more. I believe it would be best if we took some time to recover our strength." The huge desert barbarian places a hand on the dwarf's shoulder.
"Several lives are in danger, our own included. If we fail, he dies, and who else will take his cause? As much as I hate to admit it, we lack the strength to go much further. We'll do no good dead, or unable to lift our swords" Rokelsh himself is nearly done for, feeling as though a stiff breeze could blow him over, though he'd never say so. "I've lost one friend allready down here, and do not intend to loose any more. I believe it would be best if we took some time to recover our strength." The huge desert barbarian places a hand on the dwarf's shoulder.
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