<strong>Mathius Vairo<br/>Woodland Clearing<br/>Somewhere North of Ostagar</strong><br/><br/>The Antivan staggered to his feet with a grunt, favoring his left side due to the leg wound upon it. He was able to see Eluv’yan finishing off the Hurlock she was riding like a wild beast. Mathius’s first thought was being  impressed by her powerful legs to be able to stay on the spawn’s back the whole time it was flailing about. His second thought was… more carnal in nature, but he quickly shook himself from that and gimped over to the girl still laying on her back.<br/><br/>Mathius chuckled, “Sleep? ‘Cousre, I found a nice inn a few miles back to rest for the night. Actual good Antivan ale and lovely serving girls on top of that.” He said in pure jest, with a mixture of a grin and grimace on his face. In earnest, he thought the girl looked like she’d been to the Void and back, but he assumed he looked no better after being on the run most of the night, with only the occasional rest against a tree. Mathius, after all, had a good deal of experience in running great distances after fleeing Antiva and eluding the Templars all the way to Orlais. So a  night without rest or sleep, oddly enough, wasn’t uncommon to the man.<br/><br/>He approached Eluv’yan and loomed over her, reaching a hand down to help her up when she was ready. “Let’s go Fereldeners, I’d rather not have my head on a Darkspawn pike.” Mathius said, speaking generally to them both, he noticed Bor was on the ground nearby but had not seen him struck or otherwise harmed so he assumed he was simply being lazy. And considering Eluv’yan was far the cuter of the two decided to “aid” her first. In his half hearted white knight attempt, Mathius’s blue eyes caught a glimpse of the red stain of blood on her side. With a grunt he went down to one knee and brought his hand to it putting some pressure on the wound. “Can you walk?” The Antivan asked her, as he looked around in his immediate vicinity for something to use to bandage the cut.