Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-29559990-20150226223741

Denon was shocked for a moment, not believing what he had seen. He promptly came back to earth and ran over to fetch a guard. _____________________________________________________________________

"What is it, wood elf?" The guard asked, quite annoyed.

"Pickaxe. Foot. Injury. Bad!" Denon frantically spat out.

The guard, accompanied by another, took their sweet time in coming over to Farwan, and examining the scene.

"Oh my lord, boy, how the hell did you manage to get a pickaxe in your foot?" The guard joked. The two promptly huddled together to discuss something that involved the Doctor.

When they did, Denon whispered in Farwans ear "When you get to the Doctor tell him that you are with me. He'll probably more inclined to listen if you tell him that."

Before Farwan could respond, the guards hauled him to his feet and carried him off to the Doc.

Something wasn't sitting right with him though. In the brief time he had known Denon, he knew the wood elf for his short, one word sentences. But just then, that was no one-word sentence.