othyrworld
Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
Lanaai nodded once, wandering down the hallway at a swift pace. Tamryn placed his hands on both sides of the arrow with a deep sigh of discomfort, rags set in a pile on the ground beside him. "I think Orisk should yank out the arrow. It's clear you trust him more. Do you want something to bite down on? This is going to hurt." He gestured for Orisk to stand beside him so the dwarf could have a better grip.