OOC: hope you guys don't mind that i left a few alive; it makes sense to me, and gets things going faster.
Dralas
Dralas was about to let off another arrow, but he held back. With the death of their comrades on the ground, both archers were abandoning their positions and opting to flee.
Dralas let them go; they wouldn't be a threat anymore. He hoped. With the danger gone, Dralas stood up straight and exhaled a great sigh of relief. Relief turned quickly to sadness though, when he looked at the dead on the ground. He sat down on the rock that was previously his cover, waiting for the adrenalin to subside.
"Talk about unexpected," he said to nobody in particular, lighting a hackle-lo. He knew that the caravan had likely gone too far to catch up to now, and didn't even consider it.
Might as well sit for a moment before we all try to walk to ghostgate by ourselves.
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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