After taking the time to ensure he was properly prepared, using prestidigitation to clean and freshen up, pulling out his mirror to ensure his hair was properly placed, Xarces then nods in agreement to Shaklik's comment. "Yes, we've been away for long enough, best be getting back to check in on how everyone is doing.....though to be fair we did a bit of fighting ourselves." he would add in reminding her of the Poison Dusks they had killed and or scared away.<br/><br/>With that Xarces proceeds toward the Blackscale tents. His blade drawn in one hand, Shaklik's scaled hand in the other as he does not want to be caught unawares in the event that enemies still lurk between the two sets of camps. Either by simple luck, or the mere fact that the majority of the defenders had either been slain or routed, Xarces would not encounter any resistance along his journey. Coming to the clearing of the Blackscale camp to see that his companions where alive and well.<br/><br/>From appearance alone it would seem that Xarces had merely but stepped out of the dressing room, no signs of his prolonged stay within a lizardfolk's belly where evident. The only indication of him being in battle was the layer of dried blood which coated the length of his blade. "Well I see you all handled yourselves quite nicely! I do apologize for my delay, had to deal with a search party of lizardfolk ourselves you see." Xarces comments shooting a subtle smile to Shaklik.  "Judging by the looks of things, I trust you had little trouble in<span style="font-style: italic">downing</span>the opposition?" he asks intentionally emphasizing downing as his eyes dart from the bloated forms of Centaur and Lamia in turn. Xarces' cyan eyes soon fall onto Jules, noting the matting of his hair, and what could only be described as acid burns which mar his outfit. "I see you had yourself a little fun as well while I was away." he comments with a smirk. "But where is the elf? Do tell me Alizome made it out all right?" his voice shifting tones to one of concern as he surveys the battle field, not catching any sign of her. His mind fearing the worst, fearing that the others may have been unable to save her, that she had since been digested......