Vordan took deep, calm breaths, feeling a little sore on his chest. The pain of the wound would still persist for a few minutes, but it was nothing Vordan could not deal with. The mercenary was sure glad he discovered the means to making those bandages. How many times did it save his life? More than once, that’s for sure. It would probably be one of his best inventions too, even with its severe drawback of pain. Suffer a couple of minute to almost instantly heal a wound? He knew of no one who would refuse that kind of offer. He smiled lightly, taking a deep breath again… Then he heard the steps.

He head turned to the side, waiting to see who would be coming to see him. He could already tell with the steps that it was probably one of the elves… Hopefully, it would be the man of the desert and not that wood elf. The presence manifested itself, and what did you know; Aaerynn. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for the question she was going to ask. He didn’t really want to answer it, but he would have to, especially to her. Her first reaction seemed of disbelief, almost scanning him. What did she want? She then asked the question and finally shook his head.

[b]“A little bruising on my shoulder and chest, but that’s it. I am-…”[/b]

His head turned away. Magic had sprung; Vordan could feel it in the air. What had happened? A good question… It wasn’t like the young girl. It wasn’t as abrupt but still was sudden. He seemed to concentrate a moment, trying to figure out the source. He would have to go back towards the camp, it came from there… Maybe a little ways away. He turned his attention back to Aaerynn as he stood to his feet, dusting off his clothes.

[b]“I am fine. Nothing I can’t handle on my own.”[/b]

He gave a small smile, walking off back to the camp. Well, the mix he had taken the other day worked pretty well, as he still felt in good shape and not too hungry. It was a nice compensation for a day without food or sleep. A wonderful art, what a shame their kingdom destroyed it. Then, he came back right in time to hear the request to play the horse shoe game… Not his style, although he could probably win. 

The mercenary went back to his bag and equipment, taking off the rest of his armor, and then laid down in the grass. A little bit of peace and time to think of what happened to the little girl… He wondered if she was alright. And he also had the time to think about what he had just felt.

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Elrithos had reached the spring and decided to sit down near the water, letting his feet rest within the water. One of the many reasons he enjoyed these lands was this. These pools of water you could simply use to swim around, refresh himself and many other things. It was nothing like the desert and it was better that way. Survival in those lands was harder, but nothing the Aavikanian couldn’t handle. They could survive anywhere now; they had stood the test of time and would live on to survive anywhere they need to. He kept a gentle smile as he simply gazed into the water a moment, only hearing Tirian and his offer to play a game.

Horseshoe? Oddly enough, he had never heard of such a game. He turned his head, curious about all of this. He would like to play, but it wasn’t anything he knew… It was probably better if he saw someone else play first, then could he jump in. With that, he came back to his feet, going towards his two swords. What best to do for now? Well, practice with his swords instead of the bladed staff, needing the little reminder. He stayed near the group, although made sure he had enough space to not harm anyone.

As with his other weapon, he demonstrated a reserved, defensive stance, although this one was a little different. The bladed staff had Elrithos extend outwards and reaching into his enemy. This time, he was in a tighter stance, seemingly facing invisible enemies attacking much closer. He also added a lot more kicks and emphasized of his smaller posture to evade quickly and strike with precision. There held several similarities though, as he was still more defensive than offensive, still deflected and parried and still made sure he struck with precision.