Crom looked up as his companions came rushing to him. Adrian, now full of his previous vigor again, essentially exiled Soah from the group before coming to his aid. The mercenary could understand the boy's position. Soah was a very dangerous liability, but after fighting him he could also see that having something so fierce on their side could be beneficial, though maybe not worth the risk. Johnathon had run up too. It was obvious the young man was quite shaken up from the fight he'd just witnessed. Crom couldn't blame him, it wasn't every day you saw a seven-foot-tall werewolf. He looked up at his friends and gave a nod and a slight smirk. "Aye, I think I'll manage." He moved his shoulder around. "It hurts like hell, but I don't think I'll be dying today." Crom's voice was back to it's warm and friendly tone, though he still sounded quite gruff. Other than the gaping shoulder wound, one never would've believed he'd just fought a mythical creature.