After realizing how foolish he had been, he tried to laugh, only to gasp in pain. His ribs were killing him. "I'm sorry," said Diego,"I was disoriented. Could you ladies... ah... help me? My ribs they... hurt..." just his luck. Badly injured and trapped in a well with a strange group and a dead horse. Not to mention that the mafia boss was going to need him to repay all of his debts. He was going to have to find some way to avoid doing that, because he wasn't going to let go on his bag of gold that easily, not when he was this close to escaping. "I've had worse... I think I just need a few minutes with some healing magic and I'll be... ouch... great..."