[quote=]“[i][color=662d91]Is anyone here strong enough to help us lift this man to safety?[/color][/i]” 
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Sonia heard the call. Now her personal safety had been ensured, maybe it was time to help the others some more. She rushed toward the robed man, leaving the elf, who was still deep in her own thoughts, maybe she needed some time alone to recover and recompose herself. Poor Vivi. 

There was this strange fella, half buried in the sand, wide awake but somehow unresponsive. The first responder to help him was this robed man, a very strange man... with goat as a head. Felt slightly unnerved, but still willing to help, Sonia moved closer to the buried man. Asked him if he can move his limbs. 

Seeing the detached prosthetic, apparently not. 

"The sands are quite shallow, I think I can do this. Ready sir?" 

No answer, and not like Sonia would wait for one. She grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and forcefully pull him out of the sand. 

"Can you walk?" 

No answer again, only incomprehensible eye movement. Sonia turned to the other robed man. "Are you his friend? Can you pick... uhh his hand up?" 

After saying that, Sonia dragged the disabled man to a nearby shade, and couldn't help but notice something strange was at play here. She felt her energy was slowly drained, certainly not fatigue, nor the heat of the burning sun. It was more arcane, coming from this man. For now, she didn't really mind it, her task was finished anyway when she leaned the man against a tree.  

"Should be safe enough now," Sonia wanted to apologize for dragging him this far and explain that all would be easier if he had both arms intact. However, wasn't sure if the unresponsive man would want to hear it all, so she excused herself and returned to her camp. 

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