Rule #76: No Excuses, Play Like a Champion

"Actually, Beranhond, if you could take a look at ol' Thjodolf over there. It appears he has a bolt sticking out of his back and it does not look good." Darvin had grown fond of the half-orc down in the sewers. Thjodolf never complained and had a terrible bit of luck down here. First, with absorbing the brunt of the magic trap and then getting shot in the back by one of his own party members. The guy was tough, no doubt about that. 

Darvin also couldn't help but notice the change in Nym's demeanor. The belladonna had obviously made the poor girl feel miserable. Well, a little miserable now is better than turning into one of these wretched wererats I'm sure. He thought to himself. 

He walked over to her and softly said, "How are you feeling? I think it best you stay in the back and support us with your bow as best you can. And just think when we get through this there's a party up at Hring's." He finished by giving her a wink and walked off to check his gear.