Jun 25, 2014
4th Treaty (Insert name here)
"I think we lost them" Torania gasped bending over slightly bracing one hand on her knee the other clasped her upper right arm where a dark arrow protruded from the dyed leather. She was up to her calves in mud, out of breath, in pain, and ashamed. Torania hated running away from fights. Even ones that had been so clearly stacked in her opponents favor. She looked over at Alistair blinking the sweat out of her eyes and ignoring the pain in her arm. She could still swing a weapon. That was what mattered. "Are you ok? How are you holding up? Did they get you at all?" She had not seen him get injured but she had been rather busy trying to avoid more Chasind arrows in the dark.