[Spellcraft Esme 9+7=16 9+7=16, Cure Light Wounds 2+3=5]<br/><br/>As Tara channeled the energy of her final first level spell for that day, leaving her to cantrips, the soldier's wounds seamed to shrink under her arms, turning into several smaller scratches, that, though being a hindrace to the soldier, pulled him away from the brink of death. The soldier, who first looked worried as the ravenhaired women, who disposed of the boar in such an easy way, moved closer to him, was clearly surprised when her chants actually restored his leg and insides.<br/><br/>"How..." he started, readying himself for the blood that would surely follow, then being surprised as it actually did not. "No, never mind how. Why did you save me?" The tanned man looked confused at the bard with large brown eyes set in a tall face with sharp curves. The mouth beneath the hawk-like nose was beset in a thick darkbrown beard that was smurred with his own blood from his earlier attempts to talk, just like some of his shoulderlength hair in the same color. "You're maidens. Refugees if you decided to flee all the way over here. You should be wary of every man you come across, and yet, you waste your energy on saving my life?"<br/><br/>"Not that I'm not grateful of course!" he quickly added as he raised his hands. "I'm very happy and grateful that you saved my life. I'm just trying to understand." He continued to look at her, trying to decipher her motive, but at the same time looking with a man's eyes at a woman of outstanding beauty, enjoying the view quite well. He glanced for a moment at the other maiden, and then at the boar lying next to him. "Is he going to stay like that?" the soldier asked, while Tara knew it would only last one more minute, maybe a little longer, before the boar would awake from his slumber once more. Esme, who recognized both the spells that her fellow spontaneous arcane caster had cast, also knew that the sleep's duration was limited to a mere couple of minutes.<br/><br/><hr/>[Fire damage: Dara 1, Lessly 3]<br/><br/>As Dara and Lessly got up and sought their way deeper into the forest, burning leaves and small branches fell down upon them from the scorched area, causing small marks and burns on the women's bodies and clothes, causing minor wounds before they managed to escape the area lit by the dragon. Behind them the leaves and bushes that covered the ground started to take on, quickly evolving into a small inferno. Through the fire and the smoke, the dragon could barely be seen, as it searched the wagons and corpses for valuables.<br/><br/>In the distance, in a small clearing, they could see the blonde and elf maidens, the latter appearantly having found a bow, though there was something really odd with the lightfall on it. They found their movement becoming more hindraced as they forced their way deeper into the forest, the branches and thick growth scratching at their clothes, especially Ilynara's, who was forcing her own path, the wary blonde merely following her trail.