Visthsa, after taking a few breaths to collect himself, had calmed almost completely, or as much as could be expected under the circumstances. He surveys the scene of chaos unfolding around him, amazed at how quickly everything had changed from happy execution, to miserable slaughter. He turns his attention to inspect himself more closely, noting that virtually all of his gear had been left untouched by the impact of him hitting the back wall of the inn, or what was left of it anyway. He would be a few days healing back to full due to his argonian blood, but the others would be a bit longer from the ragged look of those about him.<br/><br/>He promptly turns to the dunmer, answering smartly,<span style="color: darkgreen">"The only bright idea that there is seems to be to gather up our wounded, and hide someplace far from here. There's no way we can bring it from the sky, and even if we did what then? Any attack we tried would be met with swift, painful death."</span>He looked through the eyeholes in the mask at him, hoping that his words do not fall on deaf ears.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>