Watching the mist seep into the room and shivering slightly at the howls coming from behind the closed door, D'Aleen grasps her bow tightly and turns from following Kentelos and Krazixs to address the others.
"I think we had better leave...and we'd best do it quickly. Leave the old man - he is a slave to his master and I don't think we should trust him at all to help us."
The elf is just about to start over to the door at the back of the room when her glance rests on Darghon.
"Darghon! Are you badly hurt?"
ooc: Sorry for my lag in the game.....fiscal year end at work which equates to all work and no play!
