<strong>"Your in no shape for battle Ravus, I barely have your vitals seem to exertion now would just send you back to where I found you"</strong><br/><br/>She layed a hand on his back while he saw to his ammo on unsure legs.<br/><strong><br/>"You do need more healing and it will happen, please get on board the ship I will join you soon ... and see to your other injuries after gathering any others I can find"</strong><br/><br/>Aryia mounted her horse again and requested the guards about her to try and find the king and drag him on board if necessary... if they would obey her or do their own thing was another matter.<br/><br/>After riding about admits cannons, Aryia cast-slow time on herself and her horse to quickly see if she could gather key members. Favoritism ? Perhaps still for those saved to have any chance certain capable individuals were needed, far too many pregnant women or children on board to risk anything else other than doing what could most likely guarantee their survival.<br/><br/>Minutes later had the witch bring an unconscious Dralen draped over her horse.. to be loaded with untrained hands onto one of the few ships remaining admits uneasy looks from the captain and its sailors like being seemingly forced to delay their departure.<br/><br/>Still there were others. Desperately Aryia screamed their names in turn begging them to come to the harbor. These captains wouldn't linger for much longer no matter what gold or fame was offered.<br/><br/><strong>"Please" </strong>she thought ... "Please know when some battles can not be won. Please be braver than choose defeat, please live to fight on, to aid those who have been saved. Those we have are effectively unprotected.... so many. They need you. We need you all."[/b] she murmoured to herself while praying to gods that came to mind.<br/><br/><strong>"Like me or hate me, those civillians will be doomed without the aid of heros"</strong><br/>