<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Todd Wainwright<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Tarrack Daemonling<br/><strong>Location:</strong>En Route to Al-Mar; ETA: Running Time<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Save the people at Al-Mar, save the world!<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rae<br/><br/><hr/>Todd grinned, and then chuckled, only to stop in pain halfway through. "Could've bought me dinner first." The daemonling said, words strained. He held his ribs gingerly; one or more of them were, if not broken, then bruised pretty badly. There was also the impulse to try and joke more about calling him fine, but getting that out would only happen in a way that would ruin all the comedic timing. And really, it was not all that funny to begin with. Not increasing the pain he was in won out over self-indulgence in Todd's internal prioritizations. He worked himself up into a sitting position, and dragged himself over to a tree and rested his broad back against the dead wood.<br/><br/>"You keep going. From here it's not much farther. Keep bearing on in the direction we were head in. Matter of fact . . ." Todd angled his head and nodded behind them. There were wagon tracks on the ground; they would lead the vampiress to her goal. Todd swallowed, and reached for the canteen at his side. He struggled with it a bit, and eventually got the top off for a mouthful of water. "Make sure that kid and everyone he dragged out gets back to Redemption, alright? I don't . . ." He coughed. "I don't want Tara to turn me into a newt." Todd grinned, making light of the situation. "I'll catch up with you." The daemonling added. Not that a soulless bloodsucker really needed encouragement to leave wounded dead weight that was of no further use behind, but still.