[center][h3][b][color=a187be]Lorenzo of Windor[/color][/b][/h3][hider=Gear]
- Three different cloaks. One black, one brown, and one lavender (not including a white one on currently)
- Trusty Bow
- Quiver of Arrows, approximating twenty-five.
- A thick red blanket made by his mother.
- Two bones. [u][i](One chewed a fair bit)[/i][/u]
- The best beef jerky he had. [u][i](4/6 meals remaining)[/i][/u]
- Flask of mysterious beverage.
- Flask of water.
- 20 meters of fine quality rope.
- A modestly-wealthy sum of gold.
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Well... the hunter misses their shot every once in a while.

Lorenzo laid on the ground as he watched the wolves assault the group, a panic beginning to form in his mind. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! He'd been hunting at least thirty times, and not once did he see these wolves be so... aggressive towards any travelers! It wasn't right, something was wrong with them. The cripple felt his breathing hasten as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, looking around his area to find anything - ANYTHING - he could use to assist his friends.

Then, he noticed some of his things had flown over to his location with him, specifically his bow and a few arrows. There weren't many, but Lorenzo could see three in the dimly lit area around him. If he was going to do anything, this would be what he had to do.

Lorenzo grabbed his bow and the arrows before he pulled himself to the nearby tree, nobody around it and a perfect area for him to lean against as he tried to get ready to help his friends. Carefully, Lorenzo notched an arrow in his bow as he took aim, targeting the wolf that was currently assaulting the brave knight. Taking a deep breath, Lorenzo unloaded the arrow as he aimed for the beast's leg, trying to cripple it so he could make the fight easier for Col. 

Two arrows left.

Martyrdom, on the other hand, pounced onto the wolf assaulting Bastian and tried to sink his teeth into the flesh of the mighty beast. He was friends with the bard now, the hound wasn't going to leave the bard for dead! He was too nice and his scratches were good! Even if Martyrdom wasn't strong enough to hold off the wolf for long, he could try and at least halt the beast's advances on the bard so somebody else could assist the two in their plight.