Luthiel Faradar Elven Rogue1
OOC: no problem, I was kinda busy but I don't mind in the least
Luthiel gets bck to the camp and sits by the fire, still bleeding from the legs. "Aargh, this hurts! Who knew weasels were so aggressive? And they've got really sharp teeth, too!"
When Devlin gets back to camp, Luthiel will wave him over. "Look, Devlin, about earlier... I didn't mean to snap at you there, but I was hurting. In fact, I'm still not sure about this leg- what use will I be to anyone if I can't even walk?" he finishes bitterly.