"Then I suppose I'll say the Darkspawn. There's plenty of them right now." Tal replied, sitting down beside Mesaraih and holding out his hand for a shake. The Qunari figured he might as well make some money out of their situation if he can, even if he lost it was still the most excitement he'd had in a while.<br/><br/>Ester nodded to Mesaraih's question, pushing off from the wall with her foot before taking a seat beside him. She pulled off her cloak, bringing her hands together as a small orb of orange began to grow in her palms. She hadn't really taken her cloak off before except for when she slept, her robes underneath were a dark purple colour, her shoulders bare from the cutout of her sleeves. Once the orb had grown into a ball of fire, she aimed it at the floor, flames flickering as if from nowhere.<br/><br/>"Can I get another bandage?" The elf asked Mesaraih afterwards, holding her hand out for him to see. The bleeding had finally stopped, but her palm was a mess.<br/><br/>"That... doesn't look so good." Tal piped up, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight. He took the bag from Mesaraih, picking out some of the meat for himself. He wasn't sure how he was going to cook it, he didn't have a dagger that he could shove into the fire.