Movement

The cavern began to shake and a distant rumble filled the air. Balar looked back toward the way they had come and frowned. He had not come all this way to be crushed like a bug beneath the earth.

"I suggest we move." he said.

"I agree." replied Jorrik, "But what of our patient here?"

Balar looked down at the half elf and to his wife. Tiella shook her head. The memory of trying to heal the Jotun using the stolen Valkyrie magic was still fresh in her mind.

"We create a splint and help him walk then." Suggested Balar. "Perhaps we will find the means to heal him on the way."

"Ye gods are we to save every waif and stray we come across? be still my bleeding heat!" Majvoc spat as he stalked away into the shadows ahead.

"My hero!" Tiella called after him her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jorrik and Balar set about the task of fashioning a splint for Garands leg and soon they were helping him to his feet.

"Friend Erik, will you lend our companion aid as we walk?" Jorrik asked.

OOC: Pssst tychobi, you gonna get a character pic? ;)