"I'm sorry, all those jokes when I said you were a coward I never meant them, leave me here, save yourself, an old warrior will just slow you down.. It's been an honor serving you, Sauriil Adorin, I wouldn't change my fate in any way. Malacath witness all our deeds." (someone needs to heal, cause I'm not dying now)

(Makor killed them all. when his berserkers rage ran out, he ran out of energy, so he fell.)

I cast healing hands on Makor.

"I'm not letting you die today, Makor."

'The two is better than one.' I heal Makor, even more.

Makor was fully healed, but he needed to rest.

Falin studied him. "The rest of you go on ahead, I'll stay behind with Makor until he's strong enough to catch up."

"Falin, my wea-, my weapon."

Falin blinked, scanning the ground for Makor's blade. It still lay buried in the chest of a Ka Po' Tun.

(I didn't take a blade, I only took Volendrung, which is a hammer.)

(Ah! sorry, I'd forgotten...)

Falin scanned the ground for the Daedric artifact. The ancient warhammer stil lay next to its last victim. It was a struggle to return it to its owner.

(that's alright)

'Take care, Falin, Makor.'

'Ah, and if you see a group of, uh, monkey people. Don't worry, they are known to be kind and generous. Let us hope they aren't affected.'

Falin blinked. "Monkey . . . people?" She shook her head, "Alright, I'll keep them in mind. Now go, we don't exactly have time on our side."

"I'm not very fimiliar with this continent. Is there any better way of transportation? Perhaps horses?"