OOC: No problem. This isn't the game where no one ever heard of self-preservation. Fleeing makes sense.
Haz
Haz shook his head as the battle came to an end. "That was delightfully barbaric. So much for this elegance in bloodshed those elves talk about." He thought. "No, I'm fine." He then rasped, glad that the deep folds of his robe hid the arrow-wound he'd suffered. He was less glad now for having broken the oath of silence but now that he'd done, he would stick with it. "If they find out I'm Argonian, I'm dead."
Haz looked at the older Dunmer beside him. Eno was still sitting on his knees, covering his face with both hands. "This...is insanity. Why did they...why did we have to fight?" The man muttered. "I think the old one requires healing though. Healing of the mind, not the body."
--------------------
Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
|