Daegan groaned as the arrow was removed and blood started to soak what remained of his clothing. Over the years the fabric had faded from a royal purple and red to a dusty gray and brown. "Raphael..." He muttered groggily as if calling to someone. The cat's ears perked up and it trotted over to the man in the crater. As he reached out to pet his cat, he took note of the two girls near him.<br/><br/>"Well, I guess I should thank you for saving me..." He said weakly, not realizing he was still losing a lot of blood. Feeling a liquid travel down his arm, he looked down and his eyes widened.<span style="font-style: italic">~Best not to use magic here. I don't want to start another war with the people.~</span>He thought to himself as he asked, "You would not happen to have a place that treats wounds nearby, would you?"<br/><br/>As he tried to stand, he stumbled into the arms of the girl nearest him. "If you don't mind my asking, what should I address my saviors as?" He smiled despite his predicament. One could say under normal circumstances it was charming. Then again when someone is losing as much blood as he was it was rather alarming that he didn't seem worried. The cat stopped allowing his master to pet him and mewed up at the girls as though expecting them to help. Daegan noticed this and tried to stand once more, only resulting in revealing a belt under his outer garments with runes etched into it and a large ruby at the forefront of the waist as he once again stumbled from lack of blood and/or nutrition.<br/><br/>"Damn... I am weaker than I thought..." he muttered to himself absentmindedly. "Please, Miss, I believe the term is I need a healer," He said, not knowing that technology had surpassed the era of magic.