[center][h3]Zarif[/h3][/center]
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[indent][indent] Watching the sorcerer shuffle past and cast a strange incantation on the now rescued barbarian, Zarif clicked his tongue, impatiently. He still felt so [i]restless[/i], like he was close to clearing some wall he'd been climbing. It was hard to put into words, but damnit, he couldn't sit still on Salador's saddle. Without even thinking fully, he kicked the camel slicktly on the side nd the two set off to the left of the gate. 

Finally coming back to his senses, Zarif eyed Lyun charging forward, and then spotted two archers ahead. Hopefully, the pair would split up and go after each of them, but... if they both went after him...

As the animal ran forward, Zarif fumbled quickly at the saddlebags, producing the last of the medicine he'd purchased. His wounds weren't exactly bad but if things got bad here... [i]Well, it's too late to turn around now[/i] He thought, applying the soothing herbal ointment to his bleeding shoulder. With that done, he gripped his sling, and readied a small stone.


[center][sub][i]Zarif equips his Bronze Sling, and uses a Vulnerary, healing 6 hp to return to 22/22. He then moves to 10-19 [/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]

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