Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150407230816/@comment-6006054-20150413223131

Ekrun wrenched the dagger from his leg. The bleeding was light, but steady. He knew an artery hadn't been severed, otherwise there would be a spray rather than a flow. He hobbled over to where he had dropped his crossbow, no longer faking a heavy limp from the wound. He snatched up the weapon and loaded it. He returned to the two fallen assassins, and began searching the corpses for anything that hadn't been ruined by blood. He hoped to find potions or bandages, or some documentation of the assassin's motivations or identity.