"Thanks, Billy!" Irzen hobbled back onto his feet doing his best to put no pressure on his left leg, "Yeah, that's it. That's a good name for you. I think I'll call you Billy, Billy the Wargoat."
The wargoat shook its head side to side and snorted implying that the swordsman get on so he can get healed.
The Prince ran over to Irzen's side and did his best to steady the Drow, "How are you?"
"In a great deal of pain and feeling like crap," The Swordsman replied, "But I'll live. All I need is a good healer and I will be ready to travel."
Irzen climbed atop Billy and waited to see what the wargoat would do next.
The wargoat headed back to the town in a steady trot and the ride was surprisingly smooth for the swordsman with the ranger close behind them.
Dragolem dropped the crippled orc to the ground with a thud, and it squealed in pain. "We got us a squealer!"
"Oh, look!" Irzen smiled with a sickly devilish grin, "An uninvited guest. Master Card, I'm bored. The friendly natives will entertain me!"
The elementalist raised both arms as an earthen hand came up out of the ground and held the orc in place. She looked at the injured swordsman, "Hold your tongue, Irzen. You're not in any place to do anything at the moment with that torn up leg. Besides, this is Willow's homeland and by rights, he has say over all of us here!"
Captain Andaerean reigned his horse around to the noise and drew one of his swords on Dragolem.
The draconian backed away from the mounted officer with both claws raised, "I'm with them."
"STAY YOUR SWORD!" Willow commanded as he ran past the wargoat and over to Dragolem's side, "This creature is an ally and a friend and I will see no harm befall it!"
The elven captain immediately turned back to the direction of the ranger, "Prince Willow!" And dismounted along with his men from their horses bowing before him.
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