[color=FF4848][b]"Go!"[/b][/color] Lady Oriel shouted. Arno stood his ground as Sidero and Oriel leapt off the wagon with their makeshift shields, then the last few of the group followed them, taking cover behind them. Arno acted as a rear guard, taking the back end. He made sure nobody lagged behind the slow pace of the shields, pushing when needed. The walk was fairly short and although the fire of the arrows intensified, not many more found their mark. Arno noted that they must have panicked and picked volume of fire over accuracy, a good thing as well. A well trained archer with an eagle eye would be able to find targets of opportunity much easier. After a few more hits on his shield, Arno felt a sharp slap on his thigh, he grunted in response but kept moving.

The herbs shop was a fancy one, a single wood door with two windows at the front of the store. He glanced into the shop, seeing that it was well lit from the natural light, and that it was abandoned. As they got close to the shop, Arno looped around the back of the group and approached the door, he readied himself then lifted his right foot, driving it his heel near where the lock would likely be placed. He leaned into it, providing the weight of his armored body into the kick. The door rattled roughly, but it didn't budge. He brought his foot down, then kicked it again, and again. The third time the door frame splintered, and the door itself was flung open with the force of the kick. [color=59955C][b]"Everybody in!"[/b][/color] Arno shouted, raising his shield once more. He glanced down at his thigh where he felt an impact and saw an arrow sticking out of his aketons front slit, over his thigh. He muttered and curse then checked over his group, once they were all in, he followed them into the shop.

The shop was fancy, tables and shelves lined with various herbs, traveling supplies, and containers holding things Arno couldn't identify at a glance. It was well lit from the windows, but the cobblestone walls were still lined with lit torches, the stone ceiling, crisscrossed with wooden beams, had chandeliers with lit candles. The tables mostly contained the traveling supplies, dried foods and cloths, while the shelves and counters had the expensive herbs. The floor was made of wood that was pleasing to the eye, and Arno noted another door in the back of the shop behind a counter next to a small fireplace, hidden behind a semitransparent white cloth. Presumably that was the door leading to some kind of storage room, and the stairs leading to some living quarters on the second floor.

Arno placed the shaft of his warhammer on a table containing nothing more than fancy bowls, cups and teas and slid it across the table. Clearing the table of everything save for a few bowls and cups. Arno dropped his warhammer onto it with a thud, and then his shield onto it, which had more than a few arrows stuck into it. The soldier looked down at the arrow sticking out of his thigh and put his left hand around the arrowhead, keeping the slit of his aketon pinned to his leg, then with his right hand he yanked it out, dropping the arrow onto the table. He lifted the edge of his aketon, revealing the dozens of smaller overlapping steel plates, riveted to the aketon itself. One plate was punctured, and his cuisses was dented. He let the aketon slit fall again once he was content with his inspection. He looked over the shelves, looking for something particular. He spoke as he did, [color=59955C][b]"We've gotten out of the kill box, and more or less broken their ambush. If I were them,"[/b][/color] He picked up two bottles and placed them onto the counter near the fireplace. [color=59955C][b]"I would either gather more men and chase us in here for a prolonged fight in melee range, or break off the attack and seek another opportunity. Hopefully they've left for now, and hopefully those of us who sought our attackers in that ambush know we're here."[/b][/color] Arno said, he opened a number of jars and sniffed the contents, taking two of the jars. With all of the oils, herbs and ingredients in place he rummaged through the cabinets, finding a decent sized pot, the shop owner likely used it to make salves and ointments themselves. 

He put it onto the counter and unhooked his red cloak, placing it onto the counter as well, fully revealing his layers of armor. [color=59955C][b]"Lady Oriel, you should don your armor. If you need to change..."[/b][/color] He placed him hand on his cloak for a second. He looked to Telius and Mira, [color=59955C][b]"I'll make a salve to stop the bleeding and to keep the wound from festering, but we need to see a real surgeon for your injury."[/b][/color] He stated, an archer with a wounded shoulder was no small thing, if the wound healed incorrectly it could affect her ability to use the bow for the rest of her life. He had seen crack archers, capable of holding the draw of their 170 pound warbows for half a minute, be reduced to not being able to fully draw their bows at all from wounds like that. He glanced down at his cloak, some of those archers had been his friend. Arno looked back up, this time to Sidero. [color=59955C][b]"You mentioned your equipment was in your Inn room correct? Do you know how far it is?"[/b][/color]