Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf never dies
Tal released his dagger just as Sah grabbed his wrist, rendering the Abandoned's attempt to stop the man from pulling the dagger out pointless. He was about to loosen his grip as the courier ripped his arm free. Dropping to one knee with a hiss of pain, the Wild Thunder put pressure on the stab wound as he carefully took the blade out. Tossing it aside, he instantly started channeling his healing magic to close the wound. His mageglass warming against his skin was the only reason he could even do so. It took a few bursts, but the wound was sealed, even as a bruise remained. Sah met Tal's grimace with a fierce glare, "Yes." He took the offered ring and fully healed his injury before tossing the item back with a heavy sigh. With the pain fading, his head cleared, and some of his anger cooled. "Seriously. What happened? I know I tripped when a vine grabbed me after you stabbed me, but what knocked you over?" He eyed where his spear had previously stabbed the courier before letting out a tsk, "I'm sorry too." The guilt was heavy in his throat, and he had to blink to make sure it was Tal in front of him and not a certain redhead.
