Mesaraih's ears were ringing. His head throbbed and his vision blurred and was brighter than it should be. It was only vaguely that he noticed Tal coming to his rescue. He thought he saw the Qunari take down the last of the rock wraiths, but he couldn't be sure. Something warm was trickling down his abdomen, but he was too disoriented to check what it might be.<br/><br/>Mesaraih coughed again, just as someone touched his back, asking if he was okay. He took a few gasping breaths, and was finally able to control his breathing again. He slowly straightened himself up from the hands-on-knees position he had been in and blinked a few times. He swept the courtyard and saw the Qunari breathing heavily, slumped against one of the walls. He saw Valehna sitting on the ground, propping herself up with by putting her hands behind her on the floor. He blinked again before turning around, surprised to see that it was Ester who had come to check up on him.<br/><br/>"Yeah," he said, still feeling somewhat breathless. "Son of a bitch knocked all the air out of me."<br/><br/>Mesaraih put a hand underneath his shirt and felt the sticky liquid underneath. He brought his hand back out and saw that it was red with blood. "Shit," he muttered. The blow must have reopened his wound, but it seemed that Ester's spell was keeping it from flowing too much. He quickly wiped his hand on himself, hoping no one had noticed.<br/><br/>"Well that was a nice welcome party," he said, trying to smile but managing only a grimace. "Anyone have any idea what the hell those things could have been?"