@fensuledin || Discovered the Wanderer
It was... hurting; there was nary another swift and comfortable way to explain it. The arrow in which had lodged into the elfâs thigh while fleeing from a terrible bandit attack upon a village had been snapped off half-way down the wooden shaft and now, that he was far enough away to sit among the brush, did he eye the wound. There was little doubt of itâs depths of penetration for Lyrian could scarcely see the top of the arrowhead near to his broken skin; deep enough to engulf the head alone; and ah - he lacked the strength and stamina to pull it out alone, if only for the blinding pain it would cause and thus, for the time being, he took to attempting to lower his risk of infection by drenching it with water and then applying a herbal salve; all comfortably carried within his satchel bag. But a movement from among the brush both startled and caught his attention, his staff brandished but he did not stand from his position upon the ground, not wishing to agitate his wound any further; âWhoâs there?â  Â
