Drajhan breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back against a tree. His group had thwarted the enemy... but not before they had destroyed whatever that portal thing was. In Draj’s mind, they were lucky to have all escaped with their lives. He gripped his side where the enemy had managed to slide a weapon between the pieces of his armor and grimaced. [i]Yeah, definitely bleeding. Wasn’t too bad, though.[/i] Drajhan closed his eyes, tapping into the magic connection he had with his spells. His Hex no longer seemed to be feeding from a living target, so at least one enemy was dead. Hopefully they all were.

Drajhan checked around to see if his allies were with him. Evyrless, that odd foreign elvish girl, seemed to be in one piece, despite having needed to cast several spells in that bout. If she were like most spellcasters, that spelled ill news for the rest of the day. Harriet was in fairly good condition. She always could take care of herself. The other woman who had joined them was also in decent shape, although she had taken a heavy hit or two from the looks of things.

The dragonborn noble raised his head to the canopy overhead, noting the ravens watching over them. He breathed a prayer of thanks to the Queen before finally sheathing his blade. If they had their lives, then all was not lost. His patron would still be sated. All they needed to do now was--

[i]"Har Gathun e’nor..."[/i]

The source of the noise came as some shock to Drajhan. Although he had noticed a great beast during the previous fight, he had seemed to have forgotten it for a moment, nor did he assume it could speak. In fact, he had almost levied a strike at the beast before it had attacked one of their enemies. And, as the old human saying went, “the enemy of my enemy...” Drajhan watched as the beast drew itself to its fullest height. Something about the mannerisms of the beast and the tone in which it spoke sounded, at the very least, less than thrilled about their victory. It then lowered its great head before Drajhan’s and, with rather unpleasant breath, spoke once again in that unfamiliar tongue.

“Eh... heh... M-my name is Caerziros Drajhan, Baron and Vindicator of...” Draj’s voice trailed off. “I get the feeling you do not care about titles. Is this your wood? Do... do you speak Common?” He tentatively placed his hand on the hilt of his blade, although a good strong hit from this Cat would bring him down. Did cats smell fear? Or was that dogs? Either way, bravery (or at least a brave face) was required here. He cleared his throat and gave a gracious bow before the beast, well aware that his head was in easy jaw-snapping distance. “I humbly thank you for your assistance in that battle. We may have not survived if it were not for you.”