Breathing out slowly, Hilde took in that the battle was over. Her breath became a contented sigh. She edged towards the rope and once again began her descent, and when her feet touched earth level once again, she smiled to herself and nodded curtly before turning to pick up the rest of the bolts. During all this, she remained completely silent.
Overhearing the Captain's declaration, Merathis immediately grabbed his pack (which he had left in a safe place while he fought), placing his greatblade in its sheathe. He immediately went at brisk pace in the direction of the forest.
Harold nodded appreciatively to Hild as they retrieved his ammunition. "Good work there girly. Did better than I expected. I think you've gotten stronger than sense we first met. " Hooking his Crossbow back over his back he settled a top a nearby buildings stoop, cleaning off each bloodied bolt while finally becoming aware of the commotion over the Captain's announcement. "Ehh? What now? "
(*A whole horde no way we can survive an attack lets get move*55 villagers and the band of adventurers head out after sometime they come to a clearing to rest for a while as the evening roles in your hear one of the children under the care of Granny Helga the owner of an orphanage being to wail)
"please lass..... shut em up can ya? they cin give us away to whatevers out here" *Thorin said to Helga*
Harold lingered on the outskirts of their camp, taking up a perch in a nearby tree, keeping an eye on the wood in case they are being tracked or other dangers lurk about.
Hilde used her meager expertise at healing plants and the like to aid the wounded as well as she could. Of course, her murmurs of "Oh that one isn't gonna make it" and "Aah, now this is a great wound I wonder if he will survive maybe I can heal it a bit messily and watch it develop" didn't really help. OOC: Edited. Forgot to add the second half of the last phrase!
