Draiss looks around, showing exhaustion that was not entirely feigned. He started to wave back, but stopped as the arrow still in his chest set a lance of pain as it shifted. He spat blood, and urged his mount over to the ferry, and toward the others. He grinned at them, and said, as loudly as he could when they were close enough, "I feel like crap. Remind me to never be heroic on my own again. I realized, right after the first arrow hit, I had nothing for healing left on me, it was all in my mansion."<br/><br/>He got to the others, and then painfully dismounted, before saying, "Ouch. Can I pass out now?"