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The half-elf was thankful that the skald was considerate enough to not grab him by the body. Being hoisted up by his clothes still hurt a little, but far less than being directly held up. The sense of thankfulness was brief as the skald proceeded to yell and shake him before abruptly dropping him on the ground making the pain double in intensity. He'd be a little upset for the rough treatment if not for the pain. It took longer than a brief few moments, but the wizard finally managed to regain his ability to breathe without pain. It was still mildly difficult to do so, but at least he did not have to wince at each draw of breath. 

He pointed further into the town; to the general direction of TOM and answered the elderly skald why he was acting so strangely.[color=steelblue]"A dragon in Lorenstad...was supposedly friendly until Thaddeus...mentioned fighting dragons...I escaped to gather supplies...and equipment for the aftermath..."[/color] The grounded wizard said in between wheezes. Had the skald not believed his words, he could have verified the presence of a dragon himself by heading to The Other Mine. Rudolph, on the other hand, was fine with laying on the side of the road near the lamp post until he recuperated enough of his strength to stand and continue his way to his home.