Joasaie sighed within the tent, annoyance upon her face at being injured. Her expression mostly from the fact that the bandaged wounds were itching as they healed, yet she couldn't do anything for it, "Damn Kathar. I guess they wanted payback pah. I take out scores of them, they finally bring me down." The Yanar rising from her cot, using her bloodied atraves as an improvised walking staff and visiting two particulars she heard of being injured, sitting by both while there was time to keep them company.

[USER=15092]@MippyMoo[/USER] [USER=15462]@Antimreoir[/USER]