Thren was long out of earshot when Mark spoke. He found a quiet spot and rested while waiting for the others. he tore off his red armor and took a look at his 10 inch deep gash.<br/><br/>"Damn... The creature got me good..." He tore some rag off of his main towel and rapped it around his arms, then wrapped chain male around it, now putting his armor back on. Taking deep breaths as the cloth is quickly blood soaked.