Fingers running through his hair, Deathsworn glared up. Phil sat down across from him, her hands also cupping her chin. She groaned, and waved to another Blood Elf, who sat down besides her, looking embarressed. She ran a hand through her short red hair, smilling sheepishly at the glowering Deathsworn.
"Death? Brietta. Brietta, Deathsworn." She whined, her eyes closed. Deathsworn waved half-heartedly. "Where's Ark?"
"Getting me something I can eat. I'm damn hungry and I can barely move." He sighed. "I'm so sore."
"M-Maybe I can help, I have some bandages in my pack," Perked up Brietta. Deathsworn groaned loudly, and his head slammed down i