The poison that tipped the arrow was strong, it'd be a small rest before she woke up again. She was shaking and trembling in her sleep, most likely because of the swarm of people around her. She wasn't one that liked attention, though she stopped when her subconscious told her the human had been pulled away, as any other patron of the inn who had rented a room, she had a small card attached to her pants with string. The ink on it was slightly faded, it said B5. Maybe it was the number of her room? If it was the key was attached to another string, only inches below the card. If anyone cared to bring her to her room it would be fairly easy, she was small for a Troll. Though only for the fact Trolls could regenerate faster than most, wrapping of the wound wasn't needed. Why yes it was suggested, but not needed since it was disinfected with alcohol .<br/><br/><b>"By the light, is she okay!?"</b><br/><br/>The voice errupted from the human once more, attempting to burst past the crowd and look at her. What an idiot, anyone could understand he was concerned.. But maybe too concerned?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>