[i]"Of course, it is just a request, I... well, we can talk more about it once you have rested. Let me quit bothering you for now, if your friends are here to meet you..."[/i]

"Then I take it you will find me soon enough again." Brannor's return came to the fellow stranger, seeing now the elderly Torus and far more youthful Shepard had arrived. 

His watchful eyes noted them warily, knowing that even in the dim candlelight they could see well his inhuman silhouette and how it towered, even leaning as it was from its weakened state. Enough so was it, that as Waladra seemingly prepared to see himself out, the knight-aspirant moved what was between paw and hand clutching to his still bloodied chest. Dry as it was, the pale fur was stained and had done well with its flesh to turn a killing blow aside; in truth what spurred this was that it took everything for him to not let go and collapse to rest. The faint ache of subdued pain was more an anchor than much else he had at the moment in the realm physical.

"I am alive, priest." 

His short, curt point was made before he looked away from them and to the stonework floor.

"Or..." The voice added after a pause, the beast looking to the three from the corner of its eyes, "You can speak with them... but not here and not now."

What was Brannor made its suggestions where it could, if only to distract from itself as it tightened is grip at the chest. All it sought to do was hide away and lick its wounds, which made it as much a struggle internally as it was externally to maintain this altered self. At some point, some day, the huntsman knew he would act with it - but not like this, even less like now. It was no simple tool to be exploited, not like those of men after all, not like that of the dragon's lightning either. There was no perfect way to maintain it in the shape and inexperience he had with his gift. His other talents were all far more mature by comparison, but they were minor to this; the blessing of the [i]Pale Lady[/i] too great a grant for most.

"Go..." He snarled now, revealing his teeth in a clear menace and growling before looking away and leaving the tip of the length of his tail to move with visible irritation.

One was not wise to corner a wounded animal and if Brannor was anything at this point, he was not far from that.

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