Once they cleared the tunnel the elfling stopped to call on magic and further slow their foes. Koreshian did as well crinkling his nose at the foul smell of magic that seemed to be everyplace now. About then he noticed he could move his bad arm and crinkled his nose even more. Apparently Gerald had spelled him and his natural magic resistance had failed after some time. His arm felt good and he could move it and the massive mound of muscle and bad attitude straightened up and shifted his ax to what had been his bad hand. He also drew some cleansing breaths and while he could not bring himself to thank Gerald he did not scold him either he simply said nothing as if the magic had not taken place.<br/><br/>He then followed Gerald as he clearly called on magic to trail the Queen and whatever to heil that other thing was. It all made him uncomfortable as did the obviously building rivalry between the two men. The big barbarian on a lot of levels did not sign on for that kind of saga but his part was not quite done all the same. Pursuit would be a while catching up and being mounted would be better “I will go get our mounts and I will grab a stray for your Queen.  I can catch up easy enough” that with luck would give time for it all to iron out. He had not mentioned grabbing a fourth mount and he knew he could find them easy enough just follow the stench of magic.<br/>