From Master, to master, to yet again another master and then freedom. Now this. Jorah's musings made him worried. Not for himself he was already in the thick of it but for the rest of the Vultures and those under the four that watched. It sowed on his features as he watched the elf open the door as if it was nothing to the wagon that held him. He wondered as he always had if it would have been better if he had followed the teachings he was born to.
He would not be in a cage again had he. Would not be wondering if it were a blade he were to take up out again than the healing arts he so favored. He followed the elf out. Once given the room to truly stretch, did so, and in that took his shirt off to drape around the elf's shoulders.
Would do him any go expect to get caught up in a wound if he were shot with a bolt anyway. Moving to the head of the wagon to search for traps that might be in the area.
Ooc: Kershaw hands faelyn his shirt after stepping out of the wagon to then go look for traps.
He would not be in a cage again had he. Would not be wondering if it were a blade he were to take up out again than the healing arts he so favored. He followed the elf out. Once given the room to truly stretch, did so, and in that took his shirt off to drape around the elf's shoulders.
Would do him any go expect to get caught up in a wound if he were shot with a bolt anyway. Moving to the head of the wagon to search for traps that might be in the area.
Ooc: Kershaw hands faelyn his shirt after stepping out of the wagon to then go look for traps.
07-19-2023, 12:09 AM
