Zephyr
First you grab the panther claws, because you're a thief and a smuggler and well, swag.
Then you grab the idiot Armbiter, becauseyou're a secret softy who actually does care his stupid wolf-bird will not leave you the fuck alone.
Poor idiot doesn't look like he can walk straight, and who can blame him? With a heavy sigh you trudge your way across the sand toward the giant, grabbing his right arm to sling across your shoulders and taking his weight on your left side. "Aite, fucker. Up ya get," you grunt, your tone boding no room for questions or argument. You were in this to protect your people, and like it or not he's one of them now.
Slowly and steadily you make your way toward the infirmary, dragging him along. Fucking exhausted by the time you make it and rather thoroughly soaked in water and his blood, you kick the door open unceremoniously, looking around for the nearest bed to deposit your burden upon. "Oi, doc," you call out gruffly, expecting the neck-biter to be the one on duty, "Got a patient fer ya. Fucker's had a bit'uva night."
Then you grab the idiot Armbiter, because
Poor idiot doesn't look like he can walk straight, and who can blame him? With a heavy sigh you trudge your way across the sand toward the giant, grabbing his right arm to sling across your shoulders and taking his weight on your left side. "Aite, fucker. Up ya get," you grunt, your tone boding no room for questions or argument. You were in this to protect your people, and like it or not he's one of them now.
Slowly and steadily you make your way toward the infirmary, dragging him along. Fucking exhausted by the time you make it and rather thoroughly soaked in water and his blood, you kick the door open unceremoniously, looking around for the nearest bed to deposit your burden upon. "Oi, doc," you call out gruffly, expecting the neck-biter to be the one on duty, "Got a patient fer ya. Fucker's had a bit'uva night."
never trust a survivor until you find out what he did to stay alive
