Draiss coughed as the arrow was pulled free, and protested, "I did not want to risk damaging anything vital by ripping it free, and stopping to pull out the mansion with a dragon hunting me would be the height of folly. Besides, I managed to down the only healing potion I had on me while I rode off. The bridge is at the bottom of the gorge, and the army has been stalled. My elementals did their job well. I figure that I took at least one hundred soldiers and clerics out. They were dumb enough to talk to me before fighting.<br/><br/>They are working under the orders of a Wyrmlord, and the dark Dragon Goddess Tiamat, mistress of Draconic Rage and Destruction, I think. I will give more details AFTER I have caught my breath, but we have at least three days before they get to the ferry, thanks to your spell for damaging it."<br/><br/>He grinned and returned Cerulean's hug, glad that she had broken free of her ice armor enough to display affection in public. He then limped over to a barrel, and sat down, before describing, in all the detail that the bard would desire, what happened at his stand at the Bridge or whatever Gorge.