Ferelden

Picking out the scent of another of their party member's within the cave, Arvin turned at the sound of someone calling to him Asmara! Sometimes it was hard to remember the names of those companions when the brain of an animal identifies them in different ways. He acknowledged her with a look, but turned to watch the greeting that Severia and Antius gave to the new drake riding mage. Snorting a bit, Arvin turned back to Asmara. There were more important things to worry about now that the mage and her drake seemed to be friendly. It was taxing for Arvin to shift again, but it was impossible for him to speak to Asmara without doing so. After a moment or two, Arvin stood again upon to feet in his elven form. Most of the minor cuts and bruises he'd received during the fight had closed or lessened. Arvin couldn ever figure it out, but shifting forms seemed to heal the body just a tad. Perhaps that was why it seemed to take a lot out of his mana to perform the act repetitively. "The scent of their taint is still thick in the air, but I sense no immediate danger." Arvin reported to her, but glanced back into the tunnel. He couldn't hear the cries from within anymore, and he wondered, and not for the first time, if he'd imagined that he heard them. Of course Kujo had gone in already, and Tiaryn had as well, if his nose had told him the truth whilst he was a bear.

"I heard some..one within the cave however. I believe Kujo and Tiaryn are within, and I'm going to go in after them to see if they need help. I'll take a potion to whoever needs it in there. We might need your expertise in healing once we get back though, stay safe with the group." Arvin smiled before he took a potion from his pack. Dropping the pack near the mouth of the cave, he placed the neck of the bottle between his teeth. It was too awkward to run and carry the pack as a lynx. He dropped to all fours, the transformation between elf and lynx completed all too quickly. It was his favored and most used form. Ears twitching and sticking straight up to better hear, the lynx lowered his snout to sniff at the tracks and bounded off. The battle had left Arvin tired, of course, but it was too early to relax. He had to put off personal comfort to see if Kujo and Tiaryn were alright. At full speed, it didn't take Arvin long to catch up to the trio, though they were now coming back from wherever the dwarf had been held. Arvin hoped Tiaryn could recognize his lynx form with the precious little light that made it down there. He sat down in the middle of their path, just in case, tail swishing behind him. Arvin would transform back, but he feared he didn't have the mana to transform again without a potion, and if they were attacked he was all but useless without spells. Kujo would most likely know he was there first. Arvin gave a throaty purr and a muffled sound thanks to the potion bottle in his mouth, to let Tiaryn know he was nearby, walking forwards and bumping into her with his snout and potion bottle. Come on.. take the potion! Arvin thought, trying to draw Tiaryn's attention to the bottle.

The battle dwindled down and was soon done as another mage ended it with the death of the last darkspawn. He was alittle surprised to see a woman with a Drake for companion more so just to see them pop out of a cave where the darkspawn had been previously. He noticed the tail of Blysse forming a furry wall between the others and im, from the Drake. Though everything died down quite soon. He watched as Cash hugged and loved on his sister in her Lycan form. The battle being over eased Ryuu's tension his shoulders slumping in a relaxed posture and his weapons back in their rightful place.

He watched as Ser Sev. did the talking, finding it better if he just stayed silent for now; no need to be a smartass and rile things up, specially with that Drake nearby. So he did the next best thing he moved out of the clearing and away from the mouth of the cave back towards camp. The battle was over he wasn't needed, what more was there for him to do? Then again it wasn't like him not to stay around and enjoy the talking and arguing of others, but then again today he didn't feel very much like himself. He made it to his tent crawling inside and pulling his sword and dagger from his person and pitching them next to his bag. Lenwe would probably wander off again as well, the giant wolf was as much a puppy as he was a killing machine, which was terrifying to say the least. A beast that would as soon look at you as devour you, oh how he knew how to pick his traveling companions, he chuckled to himself. "So, that's what he ment when he called me a masochist.." He mumbled off to himself remembering the words of a target he killed during his time with the crows. "Good times...Goooood times" He thought to himself, as he began to relax; maybe he'd catch a nap while everyone was getting to know the mage and drake; hopefully he'd not get killed in his sleep while doing so; once again the paranoia of an ex-crow showing itself amongst his natural worries.

Zephora stumbled on her feet as she slay the last of her foes, turning in time to see the mage at the entrance of the cave to end the life of the last standing Darkspawn. She blinked and took a deep breath, her chest paining her as she did so, but let loose a throaty laugh. It had been such a long time since her last battle, numerous weeks at least, though she had hoped for a fight with the man who has so marred her friend. She grinned confidently, deactivating her Draining Aura as she approached the small group concentrated around the panting she-wolf. Her Death Syphon remained activated for a little while longer, draining the corpses around her of their residual energy and bolstering her mana pool. As she approached, Asmara's healing spell washed over her, providing her a cool relief of her pain. She smiled thankfully at the elven woman, who had turned her attention to the party's shape-shifter, Arvin.

Zephora was certain that her injury would need no more magical attention, though it was still rather sore and not fully healed. It would be better for those around her to focus on recovering from the battle and restoring their own strength, she had a potion her pack at camp and would use that if the situation arose. She bee-lined for Blysse, standing between the group and the drake present with the unknown mage, and hummed her appreciation as she reached the exhausted female. Her hand extended, delving into the sweat-soaked fur of Blysse's shoulder to provide a refreshing touch to her unexposed skin, certain to avoid touching Cash. He wasn't ignoring her entirely, not so strange after their previous conversation, but she was certain that he still disliked her. "Blysse, ciamar a tha thu?" her words rumbled from her chest, inquiring to the she-wolf's condition, even though she was certain that Blysse couldn't respond in her current condition.

Ser Bruce Le-Guy

Bruce opened his eyes and then shut them tight again. He moaned briefly and then touched the back of his head. He had been pommeled there, and quite hard; he was sure that he was bleeding.
Getting back up on his feet, he scanned the area, slightly shocked to see the carnage and destruction around him, but then it occurred to him that they had been in the middle of a fight against Darkspawns, and some sneaky bastard had come behind him and pommeled him from the behind. Little bastard….I should ram my sword up his arse until it stuck out his mouth.

Standing still for a while he regained whatever he could remember and then he looked around. He wasn’t with the group…Had they moved on? Had the Darkspawns pushed them away from him or had the Darkspawns tried to kidnap him? Or…Argh…My head! Bruce thought as a throbbing headache hit him like a hammer on an anvil, Oh by the Maker.

Trying not to waste time, Bruce began to walk into the dark, not truly sure where he was going. As he was walking he was silently cursing his headache and the darkness around him. Wait…Where’s my bag? Bruce thought; panic surged through him for if he didn’t have his back then he didn’t have a thick blanket, nor food, water or his much needed lyrium…Or his beloved wine!
Pommeled or not, this caused Bruce to shriek loudly, “No, remain calm le-Guy, remain calm, where did you last see it? Where was it last? Oh by the Maker…Where is it, where is it?”

Bruce could feel his legs and hands tremble as the mere thought of having another mental attack due to the lack of Lyrium in his body. Returning to where he thought that he first woke up, he was down on all fours and searched the ground, praying undeniably strong to the Maker that he would find his bag.
Time didn’t matter much more, whether it passed quickly or slowly, all that Bruce cared about was finding his bag before anything else. He could survive in the wilds with some food and water, his problems with Lyrium however was random and uncontrollable so if he was in the wilds and got such a problem, then it would quickly spell death for him. Oh Maker…What can’t I think when I’m in such a mental state, Bruce thought in fear.

What felt like an eternity of searching finally paid off as Bruce felt he touched something of strong leather, Is that it? Bruce thought with hope, and indeed. It was his bag, with his wine bottle and lyrium still intact. Some of the food had been eaten by the darkspawns, and the coins were all gone, but that didn’t matter, he had what he knew that he would need in the longrun.

Relieved, he placed the bag back on his back and turned to see where he was to go now. I’ve no idea how these darkspawns thinks or how they work…Though they don’t appear to be the brightest, maybe…, “Asmara! Ser Sev! Anyone!” Bruce then bellowed into the darkness, not really thinking that other creatures might hear him.

Asmara Surana

Asmara nodded to Arvin; what he said made a good deal of sense. She had seen Tiaryn headed in that general direction earlier, and not since, so it would make sense that she would be still within. The slight elf would have remained intently waiting at the edge of the cave until the small group emerged had she not picked up on the sound of a familiar voice, faint, but still audible. Her ears sharpened slightly as she focused on it, trying to hear past the other snippets of conversation.

Asmara did not often travel with groups, and some of the etiquette of doing so was still not part of her knowledge, so instead of informing everyone or at least Ser Sev of what she had heard, her instinct was rather to run headlong in the direction of what she thought was Ser Bruce. She did not exactly crash through the underbrush, being far too light and graceful both for that, but she made good speed all the same. She could be fleeter than most when the situation called for it, and she had heard pain in his tone, or maybe panic, she couldn't tell which.

Already, she felt bad for losing track of the Templar earlier. She wasn't exactly sure why, but not many of the people in the group seemed to like him much, and so it wasn't perhaps to be expected that they would do so in her stead. It was a healer's instinct to look out for people, or maybe it was simply hers. Either way, she was probably at least somewhat responsible in a sense for his current predicament, and wanted to right it as quickly as possible.

She reached him a few minutes later. She rounded a corner, and there he was. "Ser Bruce! What happened? Are you all right? the group is this way." Luckily for the both of them, she was not easily-lost, having had most of her life to learn how to navigate forested areas without losing her way. She wasn't sure how he'd wound up over here, exactly, but at least he'd been found now. She noted the rather large wound on the back of his head and muttered a heal, layering a regenerate over it so as to speed the process and keep at it even when the majority was done.

"We should get you back to the others," she informed him gently, aware that he was probably still fighting off the nausea. "Please follow me." With a quick smile, she was off again, retracing her steps more slowly this time so as to remain visible to the man she urged to follow her.

Tiaryn Ormet

Tiaryn continued to lead the dwarven female along the passages of the cave, aware that this was quite literally a case of the blind leading the blind. Well, Kujo could smell anyway, so that at least was something, and she trusted her memory to guide them out anyway, but she was worried about her charge's condition. Tiaryn knew much of poison and killing and death, but nothing of healing or potions. She didn't even have any to spare right now, else she would have handed them over already.

Their pace was agonizingly slow by necessity, but she was patient. The smallest amount of light was filtering towards them now, but it was still not enough to make anything out in the inky blackness. A small sound caught her ears, and Tiaryn froze, instincts kicking in and demanding that she draw a blade and ready herself to fight. She suppressed that, though, when the sounds, near-silent but still enough in the complete quiet of the cave, resumed. She felt something smooth and hard against her hand, and grasped it with callused fingers.

A... potion bottle? but it was handed to her at the level of her hand. An animal? Arvin. It had to be. Kujo was already here. The fact that the sound might have been a purr was fairly good evidence also. "Thank you, Arvin," she spoke softly, more for the benefit of the stranger than anything else. Turning around, she followed the line of her scarf back to the dwarfette. "My ally has brought a remedy. Please, drink this. It will help until we can get to a healer." She used her own hands to find one of her unwitting companion's and handed the bottle over before ranging out to her lead again. She could actually see Arvin now, and chose to go ahead and follow his lead out of here.