Thoughts

Weak as he was, the weight of the groups supplies didn't bother him, neither was the elf that he currently cradled in his good arm.
He looked at the gaping wound on his left arm, vicious holes from the trolls teeth, as well as some nasty gashes from it's claws. Looking over the others, he noticed they kept their distance from him, the two men keeping a hand on their weapons.
The old man on the other hand was irritating, when not asking constant questions, was trying to poke him. If not for the rest of their help, he would have sent him flying. No matter, he would ignore him for now, grateful to be putting distance between him and the glade.