Talbot continued to frown down at Ambra, only glancing up when the wyvern grunted and growled. The beast seemed completely interested in the unconscious female, as his nostrils flared as he drew in deep breaths. His black haired was blown around some more due to the lizard’s breath. Its large amber eyes were wide and unnerving as he struggled to keep his attention on Ambra. The blood stopped, much like a fire smothered by its own ashes. She had bleed so much that the blood hardened and clotted around her face, not allowing any more of the liquid of life to spill from her pale face. He sighed and bit his lip, his dark brow furrowing slightly.
Someone stumbled against him, and he turned to let out a snarky comment. His eyes rested on the black haired man that leant against him. Blood blossomed under his bandages and ran down his body. He smelled of herbs and blood and sweat. Zaino. Why was he hanging on to him? He stayed stiff, until he realized that he was not going to harm him. [b]”She’s not dead. But if we keep on standing around, she’ll die.”[/b] he raised his eyes to the man and frowned. [b]”Shepherd Bandit, we have to get this woman on a horse and get her to a healer. Mind helping?”[/b]
Someone else jabbed his ribs, making him grunt and glower upwards. The familiar green hair of Silas appeared in his vision, and he scowled. [b]”No!”[/b] his voice cracked, and he swallowed to moisten his throat. His face, which wavered, regained its composure and hardened once more. He was so thirsty… he would drink his own piss if he couldn’t go on anymore. He wasn’t able to drink water in his short time at the inn. [b]”No-brain, how do we even know she’s a Shepherd? Why would one be in the spotlight in Plegia’s capital city! Think for once, will you?”[/b] 
“There’s a route all the way to the west of the city where bandits sneak through when they’re being chased.” Lumara replied coolly, her green eyes flashing down at the two men. A frown crossed her features as she looked at everyone. “Your men need aid. I suggest that all of you decide what you wish to do before that pretty little thornless rose bleeds out and that rugged yet handsome man passes out.” she looked between Ambra and Zaino accordingly. “And… before I pass out from alcohol poisoning and bleeding out as well.” with that, she offered Silas a grin. “What do you say, sexy?”