<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 4 CN</em><br/><em>Health:  47/60</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">None at this time</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Even in her fury, Gurlove knew that to try and follow the remaining goblins was pointless.  The one with the food was too far out of sight for her to catch it and the ones that were fleeing were too far away for her to effectively engage them.  Taking deep, panting breathes, she tried to calm herself and it wasn't easy to do.  But eventually, she felt the rage leaving her body and she was left with a level of annoyance and anger that had nothing to do with the strength she had embraced.  For all of her strength and power, she hadn't been able to stop them from getting away with their supplies.  And that, more than anything, made her angry.  She had failed the pretty thing already.<br/><br/>"Fucking goblins," she snarled as she looked at the bodies littering the ground around her, "Must have taken over caves nearby.  Use them for base and scavenge for supplies in area nearby.  Should've been told, but wasn't.  Will make Serge pay next time I see him."  Who Serge was wouldn't be answered, but it was safe to assume he was someone that was supposed to get her informed about things like this.  And he had failed to do so, meaning that Gurlove would deal with him at some point or another.  What dealing with him meant or how he was going to pay was also left alone, though her bloody axe might end up playing a role.<br/><br/>But for now, she put that behind her and looked at Angelique.  "How is pretty thing?" she asked, clearly concerned, "Gurlove know that those stones can hurt sometimes."  She ignored the minor wounds that she was currently sporting, all but the worst of her cuts already beginning to stop bleeding with the other one or two not far behind them.  Instead, she looked Angelique up and down carefully, her eyes searching for any wounds that would require any serious medical attention, not that she was qualified to help with that.  But she knew a few things and might be able to help with those, though it was potentially unnerving with how easily she ignored the slaughter around them.<br/><br/>"Should stay near this spot," she said softly, "Goblins won't attempt attack again since they got what they wanted.  And other creatures will avoid area thanks to the fighting.  We will be safe rest of night here.  Then we can look at things in morning and see where we are."  Sighing, she moved to where her bedroll was and looked it over.  It was in disarray, but undamaged.  Sitting down on it, she looked at Angelique and waved at the girl to come and join her, hoping that she would do just that and they could gain some rest as best as they could.