Ester raised an eyebrow at Mesaraih, shaking her head. Even when he was injured he talked like there was no tomorrow. She slowly stood up, rubbing her head as she approached the frozen ogre. She didn't even know she could do that. When she finished off the spell she'd expected the storm to get more severe, not this outcome. Not that it was a bad thing, they managed to kill the thing and she managed to stop it from squishing Mesaraih and Tal.<br/><br/>She run a finger over what was left of one of its hands, rubbing her fingers together as the ice melted to water. Speaking of which, she needed to find a source of water and some food soon if she was going to have any hope of being able to fight the never-ending hordes of Darkspawn.<br/><br/>She eyed Mesaraih's injury, but seeing as Valehna had healed most of the injury up and he could still manage to move around she'd figured he'd be fine. "Let's go." She said to the group, grabbing the reigns of the horse and pulling it along as she continued to walk in the direction they were heading before they got ambushed.<br/><br/>Tal raised his eyebrows at the elf's mood, looking at the other two with an 'uh oh' kind of look. He pulled his axe out of the ground and secured it on his back once again. "Shame we couldn't loot the thing." He commented, wondering what kind of possessions it may have had on it.