Soah's head jerked to the sound of whispering. He could see the two people, attempting to hide behind the trees not far from him. They appeared to be deciding what to do with Soah, when one of them addressed Soah aloud, asking if he needed assistance. Soah haphazardly stood up, using his shoulder to sturdy himself against the tree. He used his cloak to hide his bare chest, and arms. "Yeah, assistance would be appreciated." Soah said, in his normal gruff voice. Soah stumbled towards the group, careful to hide the rest of his bloody body. Soah had no intention of lying to the people, but he also had no intention of telling them what happened. As Soah stumbled over, he recognized the group as the same he saw at the tavern. "By God, it's you bastards, again." Soah said, no really indicating frustration, but more surprise than anything. Soah leaned against a tree, next to the patchwork man. "Don't suppose you can spare a tunic?" Soah asked, hoping the group would provide some sort of warmth for him.