<i>Darren practically flew off his seat as soon as he saw the Troll woman stumble through the doorway. She attracted the attention of quite the bit of patrons, however Darren's impulsive nature was quickest to react. He wasn't exactly the "nice gentleman" type of guy, but seeing someone with an arrow lodged in their chest, it was only natural for him to try and help. He dashed to the woman, kneeling down beside a Human who already took position near the Troll yet only rambled incoherently about the typical "someone should help" thing everyone says whenever there's a crisis. Darren gently pushed him away...<br/>
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<b>"Move over, buddy."</b><br/>
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And leaned over to inspect the wounds of the woman. She had passed out from some poison, no doubt about that, the wound wasn't deep enough to cause someone to pass out from blood loss. He wasn't foreign to removing arrows, he had done it quite the bit himself. And the arrow wasn't lodged in deep so removing it wasn't going to be difficult. Just chopping off the feathery tip and pulling it out gently was enough to make the arrow come off, yet the infected wound was still present. He wasn't one slow to act, so he rushed to the bar counter to grab a rag and dab it in some whiskey, walking back over to the Troll woman and disinfecting the wound as much as he could with the alcohol. Finally he delivered two swift yet gentle slaps to her cheek.<br/>
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<b>"Hey, you in there?"</b></i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>