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Zagren grabbed the bundle that his greatsword was wrapped in and propped the blade up using it as leverage to get up off the blood spattered snow, he eyed Domic warily as he approached to help him up only reluctantly accepting the short fellows assistance letting the gnome help him onto his uninjured knee before shakily standing leaning heavily on his sword like a crutch. Shivering from the snow clinging to his body Zagren was cold, and wet wanting nothing more than to get inside and warm himself by the fire but before he made his way back into the inn he looked down at the gnome as if to say something but didn't, instead limped past him with the slightest mumble of an apology to the gnome.