Ruins in the Thornwood
Three Elks grunted as he lifted his leg off the spike that had penetrated his calf. His eyes were wide, and his palms wet with shock. He heard the Tiefling chant in her strange double tongue and the wound healed. He began to climb the ladder with a bit of a limp still aching from the fall. "Your magic I presume. I thank you," he said to Rissa, giving her an appreciative look. "I feared the field would be trapped," he said with a shake of the head. To survive the wilds of the north one had to trust one's instincts, he had started to go soft already. He had only been travelling with the southerners for a short time, and he'd already begun to acting the fool. Their rush, did not allow him to properly stalk their foe; but now the raid had begun, there was no more time he had to either continue or retreat. He helped pull up the ladder and moved once more for the wall, but at half the speed and with keener attention to the ground in front of him.