The bitter root that Grenneth had been taking to dull the pain, had been intended to used only for emergencies as the side affects included, itching, tingling, restless leg, heart tremors, hand tremors, and hyper vigilance. Grenneth might have been fine, had taken three times the recommended amount and was doing his best to keep himself from ripping out his hair and start running around in circles like a lunatic!<br/><br/>He glanced over at the witches suddenly realizing how close he had come to flirting with a death. Thankfully the woman who had rescued him....even though she was a terrible healer, had managed to calm them down. The elf smiled weakly, and spat out the bitter green root onto the floor, his entire body tingled and had to fight the urge to keep from scratching at his face every time he felt face an itch.<br/><br/>The woman was trying to explain to him what had happened, Grenneth slowly lowered his sword, his head pivoting this way and that, as he struggled to stand still. When suddenly the woman began accusing him of bringing the orcs into her home, as it was his fault!  The elf gave the witch an indigent glare,  "Me! You are the one who has their house built around a bloody a  portal! Bloody damn foolish mortals! Lucky for you they were only a orks running through this place! Just so you know, before you start telling me how indebted I should be for you saving my life. Not a few hours ago in my world an entire elven stronghold was laid to siege to and over run and if it hadn't been for me, come night fall, armies of orks, vampires and the shades would be crawling through this place!" he snapped back at her heatedly.<br/><br/>Grenneth paused and suddenly frowned, eyeing the witches suspiciously, "Why is your house built around  a portal? Are you after something? or someone?" he demanded, his sword was lowered but it was not sheathed.