Lyra ran... Well staggered as quickly as she could. Towards her destination, perhaps there're would be scraps of hellhound left from an earlier meal, but first. Lyra slowed down as a wave of nausea hit her, she needed to get that arm checked out soon.<br/><br/>It was quite aNnoying the gate guards hadn't patched her up first. If th I got any worse she was libel to tumble in to the next hazard she came across.<br/><br/>Slowing down and focusing she pushed on towards the slave market and after that home.