A quick look over Walthus's wounds revealed a small slash, from an edged weapon like a sword or an axe, on his thigh causing his limp. The wound had been crudely dressed with a piece of scrap cloth but at least it was clean. Other than that, there were a few pinprick snake bites. His pale coloration suggested that the bites were venomous and had taken their toll on the halfling, though not life-threatening as his vitals were stable. Overall his condition was stable and the only mundane cures appeared to be bed rest and time, barring magical means.<br/><br/>"Yes, in fact, one of them had a fine steel blade. A katana, I think you call it. I wondered where they got it from, when the rest of them only had their crude dogslicers. But enough of that, they left in the same boat they came in, heading that way." He pointed to the west, deeper into the marsh, where the land dipped low enough that most of it was below the waterline, forming a crisscrossing maze of waterways with tiny islands poking above the surface scattered thickly between them. "Come, you can borrow my boat; they can't have gotten too far." He led them around to the other side of the house, where a small rowboat was tethered at the water's edge, a pair of oars lying on its bottom. Meant for a few passengers of the halfling's size, it would be a tight squeeze for Siri and Hikari, but they could fit... probably without sinking. "Don't worry about me," he told them, "a good night's rest and I'll be as good as new."