Korlash was running still when he heard Jin's idea to head for the trees. He turned and sprinted at the trees. The moment he touched the trees his forest memories came back and he clambered up the trees gracefully. He leapt through the the trees, swinging around and getting through them. As soon as he felt safe he put jin down and ripped the arrow from his shoulder.

"So you were talking about magic," inquired korlash, "where did you learn it from?" He had seen magic in his childhood village, but he never had the gift for it. Maybe if he had behaved more, they would have given him the gift of it. He tore off his shirt and wrapped it around his shoulder, stemming the heavy bleeding. "Anyway, what are we going to do now? we are fugitives. we have nowhere to go. At least I really don't. You may have somewhere. any ideas?"