<span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna pointed behind her as she finally made contact with the other elf. "Carriage is just beyond those darkspawn," she said to the pair, not yelling but speaking loudly enough for them to both hear. The band had converged into a more solid group, blocking their direct access to the carriage. Some stragglers were behind them as well, chasing the shem as he was the furthest one behind. She turned towards the group of darkspawn in front of them and summoned roots to burst from the ground, impaling several of them. She used this opportunity to rush through, controlling the roots to batter any darkspawn that came too close.</span><br/><br/>Mesaraih's mood soured when the elf started ordering him around. He could use her help, sure, but he didn't need to be led anywhere to survive, he was perfectly capable of that on his own... although, at the moment, he didn't necessarily like his odds. He kept silent instead of saying anything and followed her as she said, mimicking her words behind her back while she wasn't looking. A few darkspawn that had run faster ahead of the group launched themselves at him, but they were smaller genlocks that he dispatched easily with a few well placed stabs and neck slashes. He finally came into the view of another elf, who pointed behind her at a carriage blocked off by darkspawn. He opened his mouth in surprise again as she summoned roots to fend them off and she walked through them unharmed.<br/><br/>"What the hell have I gotten myself into..." he said, taken aback by all the magic he had seen today. He hadn't really seen magic at work as often as he would have liked, but now, it was all a bit too close for comfort. He ran after the elven mage that seemed to be Dalish and tried to move between the roots as she had, but one of them immediately shot up towards him. He dived to the side to avoid being impaled. Dying by tree root was the last thing on his plans after everything he had already escaped today.<br/><br/>"Hey!" he complained to the Dalish mage, throwing his hands in the air. She turned and raised an eyebrow at him as she climbed onto the carriage. Mesaraih gave an exasperated sigh and ran around the roots, diving underneath a hurlock's leg. A couple of genlocks prepared to smash his head in with a couple of maces, but he rolled to the side, flipped himself upright, and stabbed them in the center of their backs. He withdrew the daggers from their flesh and flourished them against a hurlock, slicing at his arms as it tried to swing a longsword at him. It faltered and Mesaraih pushed him forward, using him as a springboard to launch himself up and onto the carriage.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the help," he said to the Dalish mage as he walked past her, looking to get on the leading horse. She gave him an icy look, as if she'd rather he wasn't there. Mesaraih gulped, feeling uncomfortable as he began to take hold of the reins.