Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-26103034-20160117124901

Azirath ran to the assassin, grabbing his wrist and feeling for a pulse. Finding one, (I think, correct me if not) he heaved him up, carrying him in both hands.

"Where're we going?" shouted Azirath other the noise of the panicking crowd.