He shook his head, and then winced. "Hardly more than a few bone deep bruises, a split scalp, and a mild concussion, along with assorted scrapes and lesser bruises. I can heal those trivial things as we ride. No, best to keep moving, and not stay near any longer than we must. Someone hired them to hunt you, and if it is who I think it is, then she didn't just hire one group, though me having several different routes to take mean she had to cast her hired goons fairly wide."<br/><br/>He reached over and untied his horse from the maid's with his good hand, before placing his head on his head, and concentrating as the hair was carefully pulled out of the wound. "And that was hardly brave, that was a warm up. That I got this beat up is less than optimal. I will have to refocus on sword training when I get back. Just as well, my magical training has about hit the point where it is at whatever I learn on my own."<br/><br/>He paused his healing long enough to pull out the oil flask for refilling the flamethrower and several rags he had for weapon cleaning, and nudged his horse forward. He soaked each rag in the oil, and dropped one on each troll as they rid past them. The weather had been obliging last night, a good light rain, so the burning trolls wouldn't start a forest fire at least. Once they were past the trolls, he magically ignited each rag, and then resumed his healing as they kept riding.