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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 2418410" data-attributes="member: 2561">Ba'aktar came back to his senses, having defeated his opponent (in a disappointingly short time, he might add, but what can you expect from small folk?). The red haze faded from his vision like the morning mists, and he ascertained what was going on around him. He plucked out the dagger that was protuding from him, and let it fall down beside Ulam's corpse. He tasted victory upon his lips, but Ba'aktar doubted that Yu'olan would be impressed by his colleagues killing one another."You wee'uns alright?" he called back to where the half-dozen children were standing around the corpse of one of their caretakers.When Ba'aktar heard his own voice he realised he was winded, and took a moment to see how bad his injuries were. He had been hurt worse before, but it would take time to recover, and somehow Ba'aktar didn't expect Hentre to wait for him before seeking revenge. Assuming he was still alive though, he may have bled out if what Ulam said had any credit to it.He turned about, and plodded over to Yu'olan's slumped form, leaving a trail of bloody footprints as he went. Ba'aktar checked the human's condition and propped him up against a wall, casting a glance towards where Hentre was to make sure the halfling was still there."I'm sorry," he said to the children as he stood back up, lacking the eloquence to think of much else to add to that, "I guess you don't have anywhere else to go."He slowly collected Ulam's daggers, becoming mindful of the injuries to his legs, and inspected the weapons as he sat down next to Yu'olan. He was a tad confused right now, and needed some time to think. He had saved the orphans, but what could he do with them now?</blockquote>

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