Vorela follows him out of the room, slowly; with her broken wing, and lamed leg, she'll be moving slowly for several months, at the least, years without any magical help. "And I hope we live through this, so we can all keep living next week," the paladin replies, before departing for the inn's common room.<br/><br/>Down in the room, his three companions are waiting patiently for him; Borval, the paladin, Jarod, the cleric, Niara, the female elven rogue, Virgil, the half-elven wizard, and Svala, the female human druid. They all glance up, as he arrives, nodding or smiling as they see him; they even left a plate out for him, still mostly warm. "How's she doing, Draiss?" Svala asks, glancing worriedly towards Vorela. Niara looks a little ashamed; Vorela was injured because she couldn't delay the massive orge and keep it away from Draiss. Virgil merely glances up from his spellbook, nods, and returns to his notes.