"Pah. Tis but a fleshwound" Aellon says with practiced theatrics. "A mere scratch was all these creature could muster against us." He got back into the role of foppish fool as quickly as he could, hoping no one had noticed the change of personality during the fight. With a little luck they'd been too busy to pay attention to him.<br/><br/>"Now which path do we take miss Lyssa, shall we take the left or the right corridor?" He turned to face her, and gave another courtly bow as he spoke, holding his hat with one hand.<br/><br/>