Status: Skirt damaged, still rather damp from the Ngoga's musk<br/>HP 68 of 82<br/>Spells remaining: 5 of 7 1st, 4 of 4 2nd, 0 of 1 from bonded object<br/><hr/>Rayne gritted her teeth against the "pain" of the wound - that creature hit hard!  But the distance was widening again, and her grimace turned into a satisfied grin as the creature turned back, frustrated.  She wasn't going to pursue - with the game having its apparent difficulties she wanted to get back to the relative civilization of the Outpost, and see if she couldn't get some answers as to when things would be back to normal.<br/><br/>"A waste of good arrows" she muttered to herself, sheathing her rapier, slinging her bow over her shoudler again, then wrapping a bandage around her arm - a purely cosmetic effect, since there was no danger of the wound being infected or otherwise getting worse, but she didn't lke to walk around with cuts visible.  She leant down and patted Horse's neck and shoulder - "Good boy, Horse".  Let's get back to safety, now."<br/><br/>Safety sounded good... she resolved to simply run from any future encounters, not even sure if anything happening during this glitch (as she assumed) would even "count".