Snippet #1601445

It was obvious that the arrow she took to the shoulder was laced some form magic that was still causing her pain. Loto only knew the magic of the forest, so he could not help her, but she looked like she was getting better. The entry and exit scars were still oozing blood a little, so he cupped some water in his hands, and held it against the small punchers. "I can only seal the skin, but the muscles will still be torn. I see you still have your amulet, but the poison magic inside you must be keeping you from being able to use your own."

He stood up and grabbed a box from one of the stacks. Lifting her feel by the ankles, he placed the box underneath her feet, "Elevate your feet. It will keep you from going in shock. When your done suffering we can think of a plan." He shook his head at her, "Look at you, good thing you have friends here to take care of you, shrew."

He walked over to the to his Dwarf friend, "We can't draw attention to ourselves if we want to save your father."

He sat down between the two of them with his back to the bars, "Well at least we know where they took the missing people."