"Smart money is on pushing it the rest of the way through, rather than pulling.  But I'm no healer, so if I try it you're likely to end up about as bad off either way."  Deacon stood up and dusted his hands on his thighs.  "Captain of the prince's guard, you say...  Well.  Well, well well."  He stretched, laced his fingers together, and popped his knuckles.  "I can put the word out when we get back to town, just in case.  In the meantime we need to get you back to the manor.  Along with this."  He hefts the crossbow, with its enchanted bolt.  "These things don't grown on trees, and there's enough magic around this ambush to choke a bear.  So we're looking for a relatively decent wizard.  Not my area of expertise, but somebody might be able to tell us something."