Roan looks out at the waves, barely standing any more, leaning against a tree. "...Noar... Help Rorik..." He murmurs softly before slumping to the ground, panting softly.<br/><br/>Noar nods softly, slipping out into the water, turning flast as he runs across it, little more than a circular shadow sliding over the liquid surface of the waves, moving swiftly towards where Rorik and the other man were standing.<span style="font-style: italic">I've got to help in any way I can...</span>