[i]"Hi. What happen? We kill dragon?"[/i]

Brannor's return to consciousness from his meditative place in mind earned him witnessing the almost casual greeting by Orchid, a man a number of others likely now thought dead.

"The beast left on the wing, but we can only pray that is for good tonight." He replied, certain to himself the orc would not be sated with that answer; after all they both survived.

The man grasped the weapon upon his leggings by its handle and bindings, taking it up with him as he rose from being seated. A time had passed, enough that the calm had returned in the world itself and in his own spirit. Again he had shrugged off the distractions as best he could, but now he was left to wonder what else was coming for them. A dragon was an impressive feat, one they would need investigate into in the morning when the sunlight removed what advantages the kobolds and the rest of their lot had.

Placing the sizable buckled leather strap across his armored breast before donning the quiver and bow at that, Brannor then set about dusting himself off, adding in conversation during this process; "Now that you are with us again, we should probably see what the others have found themselves up to."

"Last I recall they were attending to the other wounded." The stern man finished, looking over the half blood who indeed was no worse for wear in the slightest.

At the moment Brannor was not about to admit he worried that Orchid would not have survived such an insane attempt; there would be time to ask later as he assumed the man was about to be on his way again, looking for the next monster to slay and the next enemy to defeat. It was as though nothing phased him, which for a mortal was an impressive accomplishment seeing that he had no overt magical aptitude in the slightest.

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