Jim shook his head quickly as he followed the Draenei through the city. "No I'm just fine, I've survived through worse, I just need to make sure she's okay and taken care of first." The exhausted soldier nearly collapsed several times on the way to the inn but managed to not fall too far behind. He let out a heavy sigh of relief and had Britomart out of her armor in just a few minutes and carefully pulled off her leather top, but he didn't have the strength left to do more than pull off his own gauntlets before he fell over. "Blood? No, at least I don't think so... We've been walking since, well we walked here from a small druid outpost in uh, that really red place that's hot as hell. The only food we've had were from the occasional frog I managed to catch in the marsh-like area... some Draenei gave us bread and water in that big glowing city, but they said we couldn't stay... other than that we've had nothing to eat or drink, we're just simple soldiers from Azeroth so we don't know what's safe to eat or drink." Slowly he started to pull off his armor but unlike with Britomart's armor which he carefully sat down he just dropped his own off the side of the bed, eventually revealing a large blood stain on the side of his leathers. "Oh, I guess I do need a priest... huh, surprised I didn't notice that earlier.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>