Location: Secret tunnel, nearing exit.
Health: Weak, exhausted.
Inventory:
- Sabre
- Studded Leather Chest Armour
Action Summary:
- Leading the group to the tunnel's exit.
The Prince took to his feet in a flash, wincing at the pain suddenly shooting up his spine. The fight had been brief, a mere footnote in the chronicles of his battlefield exploits, but already he could tell he had greatly overestimated his rate or recovery. The Halfbreed woman was looking a him, and though his hearing had taken on a pulsing hum, he heard her muffled words clear enough.
"I am fine," he wheezed, wiping his brow with his bare wrist. The hair came back slick, and smelt sickly sweet; he hoped this was a sign that his body was repulsing the venom. "Duranar has seen fit that I survived my encounter." An abrupt coughing fit dented his confidence in such matters.
Looking over at the Lizard, Mundhir shook his head. "From now on, the only thing that touches my body is water, proper food and good wine..." he paused as he felt his left leg lose itself to numbness, "though perhaps I am hasty in making statements. If there is any of that paste left, I'll sample some."
The Halfbreed's stomach made an audible growl, and Mundhir smirked. "We should find some place safe to rest, as soon as we're out of here," she said, though not directly to anyone.
"Aye, the tunnel is but a little longer. The entrance will come to us in the form of a simple door, set between two large rocks. There
will be guards posted, judging by the two I have found. If we can get past, or through them, then we'll be met by the open plains - Uchfos will be about two day's travel. We will lose any pursuers there, and then journey south to Baalor. My men will take us in, and we'll rest properly. As mentioned, you will all be rewarded," he said almost cheerfully despite his degrading health. "Just get me there, and in the meantime, we'll have to make do with what we find on the way, and stop only when we must."
Limping onwards, the Prince smiled brightly at the Half-Elf, "Trust me in these matters, you look upon the man who cast down Nillanor's armies with but a handful of warriors. I am much more capable than I have perhaps let on thus far. This is not the first time I have been chased by those who would see me dead, it's just this time, my pursuers are my own people."
The last of his words struck him with a sickening sense of loss, but he shrugged it off. "Lizard - Rin - whatever your name is, that paste if you'd be so kind."
