"OI!"<br/><br/>Sharille's almost-indignant gasp of surprise is the last thing you hear before your knees give out beneath you, and the cold stone floor rushes up to give you a not-so-gentle kiss on the cheek. You feel a sharp sting, and then all goes black... and stays that way for a good, long while.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>You awake to the sensation of... something... coiling around your throat. Not tightly, but coiling nonetheless... but when your eyes open, you find that it is only the halfling, wrapping a sterilized dressing around the cut at the base of your throat.<br/><br/>"The conquerer awakes..." Sharille smirks down at you, and leans down to plant a soft kiss against your forehead before she continues her wrapping. "You've slept a good deal of the day away, Elf... will you join the rest of the living now? Or perhaps you could just scoot over, and we could find some way to while away the rest..."