Doc continued running for a short while, finally taking a break to look behind him. As soon as he realized he wasn't followed, he let out a long sigh of relief. Now he knew for sure that he'd keep his life, much less lose it to a tribal man or a dragon. He shoved his hand into one of his pockets, rummaged around for a minute or two, and pulled out a small vial. It was filled with a thin, clear liquid. In fact, it almost looked as if the vial was empty.

[color=#A6825E]"Bottoms up,"[/color] he muttered, popped the cork off, and downed the liquid. He instantly felt better, filled with energy. The liquid was a potion to restore his energy, rather than waiting around for awhile for it to come back on it's own. 

He took just one more moment to clear his head before he continued walking around in the strange forest. He still felt the odd sensation, but he paid much less attention to it. For some reason, it seemed to be easy to ignore, but when he thought about it, it was imposible to pay no attention. Each time it crossed his mind, he shook his head and focussed on the things around him. 

Before too long, he stopped and pressed his back against a tree, similarily to what he'd done earlier at the slaughter. He heard a voice, something about an elven warrior princess or something of the like. The voice sounded angry, almost infuriated. Doc turned his head, leaning a little closer to the convorsation. If something was about to go down, he did not want to be in the center of it all.