Sep 7, 2015
pxthofhonor
Ferra tugged Torr by his large hand towards the woman, a determined look upon her face. Torr had been beaten and bruised, a knife sticking out of his large arm and an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. Ferra was fine, other than a black eye and a few cuts on her own arms and sides, but she was more concerned about the behemoth at this point. She stopped before her and frowned.
“Pretty Lady! You is healer, yeah? Help Torr, please!”