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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 3340134" data-attributes="member: 48394">Johanna watched her remaining opponent flee into the crowd, then lowered her sword so the tip rested lightly on the ground before her.  For space of a heartbeat or two, she hung her head, drew a few deep breaths and tried to get a sense of just how badly she is hurt, now that the immediate threat of combat is over.  It was bad, but she wasn't going to die of it, she decided quickly enough.  And if she wasn't going to die, then there was business to attend to.  First she acknowledged her red-bearded would-be rescuer with a firm nod of her head- for the moment she paid only the least bit of attention to the "merchant" who had, in her opinion, started this trouble.  She leaned down and rummaged in her pack, looking for a spare scarf or something to clean her sword- the wound, while painful, could wait a minute.  Letting it bleed might even clean the puncture out a bit.  "If one of you can attend to this man, I think it would be better for all of us- especially him.  He doesn't deserve to die in a fight like this."  In civilized lands like this, her words could be taken for concern- but she spoke in Jotun terms, indicating that this man had hardly earned the glory inherent in death in battle.</blockquote>