The hunter began to look around while the others saw the pale elf begin to regain some color, his breath evening out although the arrow still stood out of his chest. The elf's eyes opening to reveal a shade of red in those pupils, his breath shaky, labored. "The prince." He groaned and tried to sit up. "I have to hurry. You-" He looked at the gathering of people around him.<br/><br/>"The prince, the carriage, where are they?" The elf asked looking from one person to another, then laying back. "Sorry. Mmh, I'm not sure who you are, but the prince was coming along this route, and came under an attack. I tried to drop the assassins with my wand, but one of them hit me and last I saw they killed my horse as well."<br/><br/>He drew a breath and then rubbed his head. "I killed one, and wounded another. Some guards were dismounting, others hurrying with the prince. The guard captain.. the guard captain killed the driver himself." He looked at the group. "And he was the only one besides the prince that knew the route."