Darrow saw the look, deciding that the day didn't need anymore death he holstered his axes. Today had been going so well. Taking off his armor vest, Darrow looked at the cut that the arrow had made and decided to clean it.

Pointing at himself, Darrow said "Me...Darrow. You...hurt?" as he went digging into his bag looking for something to clean the wound, he was sure he had some herbs somewhere.