*As Lemac's Guards removed Nasas' weight from her shoulders, the halfling's steps faltered. Her leg gave out and she fell to her knees. The blood rushed anew from the gash in her thigh.*

Oh for piety and pity's sakes...

*Glaring up at the guards carrying Nasas, her face is a grim as is possible for her to achieve.*

I know ye're only to listen to Fireforge, but know this; he does not stay. No one does. Even if I have to drag them out over yer corpses.

*Pulling her bow from the quiver, she unstrung it and used the string to tourniquet the wound. The bow itself was used as a staff, and she stood.*

Now, ye heard the dwarves; quit talkin' and move!

*Grabbing the nearest person's arm, she shoves them ahead of her as she rapidly limps towards the opening.*
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