[b]"Than it once was? I'll be sure to take that as a compliment."[/b] Logan's reply was equal parts annoyed and pained, clearly not enjoying the beating his head had taken in the past few hours. He snatched the fabric out of the air, before making sure that his nose was still in place and covering both nostrils to halt the blood from there as the wound on the side of his head required less attention at the current time. [i]Wonder if there are any more surprisingly competent acquaintances that Lumara is going to have pop up. I'd rather [b]not[/b] have this be a thing.[/i] Instead of voicing his concerns the spellcaster instead asked another, more pressing, question. [b]"Can you see where my tome fell? I must have dropped it when the axeman closed into close combat. While I may be better fit for such fights than an average mage, it is still not something desirable, due to things such as this."[/b]

Logan didn't wait for an answer as he dropped to his knees to peer around for the very yellow tome on the very yellow sand, trying and failing to keep the blood loss from getting him light headed for the second time in half as many hours. The information these Shepherds provided better be worth getting hit like this for.