Drakmir lets out a grunt of appreciation as he cleaves the goblins apart. He knew they were frail but the fact that they wwre stupid as well only made the large barbarian happy for his own luck. Their blood stained the floor and he pulls his axe up a little before glancing to his target. Alanna looked like she had been treated poorly. This did not surprise Drakmir but it also did not make him any less happy. He watched her as she spoke before shaking his head. "You are mine Alanna. If I abandon what is mine than others will merely be bolder in taking advantage of me and those I possess." He explained.<br/><br/>"Besides You my pet are not only valauble to my job but are precious to me as well. So while you may not think it wise to come afer you I would not have it any other way." He sakd as he watched her begin to work on his wounds. "Be quick. I can still hear them running. If they come back we will be in trouble. Not to mention if anything else hears the commotion that was caused. I dare not risk any further complications to our mission unless it cannot be helped." The minotaur added as he grunted to each arrow that was pulled from his body. Thankfully he was tougher than most. He glanced around to see if anything had been left behind of note or value. Both on the bodkes and in the camp.