After what seemed like hours, but truly was only a few minutes, Zeith silently ducked behind the treestump, sheathing his blade. He was still breathing heavily, and his arm still in pain, but at least whatever he saw didnt see him, or at least didnt care.. "damnit toegar.." he cursed his dwarven pal. Zeith knew he wasnt going to come back. He was on his own... He studied his seroundings, then, with an ability shown to him by his old friend Warlas, he began to tend to his arm.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>