|
Pandaros
The scout released a sigh of relief and placed a newly drawn arrow back into his quiver.
"I'm glad that's over with." As the rush of battle dissipated Pandaros raised a shaking right hand to wipe away some of the grime and sweat from his face, then reached for the flask he kept secreted beneath his shirt. After a long pull on the hard drink he slipped it back into its hiding place and began to cautiously move towards Xaver.
"How bad is Sever hurt?"
|