Brakus's wipes some of the mud from his face with the back of his hand, futilely trying to take the stench of the fetid area out of his nose and lungs. His grip on his spear is firm to insure it does not slip away from him as he begins to trudge through the muck in the direction of the voices that he hears other voices screaming in the elvish in the air. He looks toward the direction of the other two voices, but he could not yet see the sources as he makes his way to the princess.<br/><br/>"Princess... Are you allright?" The soldier speaks with a voice that is both disciplined, and giving the respect to royalty that is instilled into him. "Are you injured?"<br/><br/>As a soldier of Westermist, Brakus will take responsibility of the princess's protection until they either find one of her personal guards or they return to the safety of the city. Though he turns and notices the figure of another young woman sticking out from above the lip of a nearby gully.<br/><br/>"You There... Is there anyone alive over there?" Brakus calls out to the elven woman.