[sblock=OOC] Sorry, life has been pretty busy this last week and a half or so... I assume this will be the wrap up post for me, but we shall see. [/sblock]
Chaucer walks in a haze of pain leaning heavily on Brenic. He tries to hold the pressure on his wound, but He is slowly growing more and more tired. Turning to Brenic he says, I can not stand much longer friend. If you do not care, may we help Aradra see these young ladies to safety, and then, a bandage and a place to sleep would be nice.
Chaucer turns and with the help of Brenic brings up the rear of the group heading to the entrance to the tunnel. As he goes, Chaucer mutters, Never leave home without two potions, how could I have been so irresponsible. Ahh well, at least if I pass out, I am walking with someone who could carry me with on hand out of here... I guess that is something. It could be a title for a great song, how the smelly carried the noble... a story of a heroic bath possibly. I need sleep if that is the material I am coming up with. Onward Brenic!