<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Once they received the information of the wounded child, Ragnar, being in a good mood from the adrenaline rush that surfaced from the fight but slowly began to die, wandered off to go aid the other couriers as they began to regroup and prepare for another day out traveling on the roads. He helped check inventory, making sure no stray bandit had gotten off with anything of lesser importance than the package they were hired to safeguard before he began hauling stuff back onto the caravan's wagon.</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Both Ragnar and Brynn were relatively left unharmed from the battle. Ragnar's steel armour protected him from any sort of wounds. Brynn; however, had a few cuts on her arms and one small gash on her right cheek. She sighed as she lifted her finger to the wound, some blood dripping down her cheek. It wasn't a major wound, just a light annoyance. "Dammit." She murmured, "I need to work on my defense."</div></span>