The wagon master sighed. He knew it was pointless to argue with a dragon kin. A Damn stubborn lot they were. He slowly calmed the horses befor he climbed into the wagon to check the 'cargo'.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/>War'nak was tired and so were the others as they walked alongside the horse. After another hour he saw the camp ahead. He sighed with relief as they entered the fire light.<br/><br/>"Hello Drake. I suspected you might wait. It is nearly dawn. We must rest so we will wait till noon to leave." He sat by the fire as the others helped the ranger to the ground. War'nak knew how to heal but he was too tired right now to focus enough on healing. It required a lot of focus to heal a wound. He would heal the elf in the morning.<br/><br/>"The others are gone. And the Reds lost more than they planned, they ran because we killed so many. And no, I didnt count the dead. i just found our own and took care of them. I know how the Red Hand love defiling corpses." War'nak spoke the last with disgust.