[center][color=630460]Vivian[/color][/center]

       Vivian Bloodmoon surveyed the battlefield. Each one of her traveling companions had fought and won their fight. A few where coming out a bit beat up. Alexander seemed to take a lot of the said beating. His face was scarred ,but that did not make him an less handsome then he was. It just made him more fierce looking on top of that. She walked over to his helmet and lifted it up dusting it off and making sure all the sand had fallen. She then moved back to where he was and proceeded to hand it to him. [color=630460]"I apologize for your wounds. You got into this fight because of me."[/color] She said. 

 Alex looked up at her and raised a brow and then picked himself up off the sand and then retrieved his sword from the dead Gnoll and lifted his shield up. Sheathing the blade he looked to Vivian and smirked. [color=0076a3]"Look,... Vivian. We chose to enter that fight. The Gnoll's gave us a choice. Turn you over and we get to live. But we didn't."[/color] He pointed to the wound along his face. [color=0076a3]"I chose this outcome beautiful. Nothing changes that. If this is the price I pay for fighting for a comrad then that's the price I would accept."[/color] He said as he took his helmet. He inspected it to see if it was worth even saving. He sighed and tossed it back to the sand. He looked back to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. [color=0076a3]"Besides,... I am a knight. I live for battles like these."[/color] He added. He squeezed her shoulder slightly and then moved towards the man that helped them fell the Gnoll. He looked up the stead and towards the man and his lute. [color=0076a3]"Who would have thought that that Lute was more then just a instrument. Thanks by the way. I would have been a goner if you and that scorpion didn't show up when you did."[/color] 

 His words made her feel less guilty but it didn't change the fact that she was. Her very presence threatened the life of this mission. She thought her kin would not travel to the desert to come for her but I suppose with favor at stake any house would chase after a renegade. She sighed and inspected the group to see what else she might have caused for being a part of the party. When she came to the front of the wagon she noticed that one of the Gnolls was still breathing. A runt of the little knocked out. She knew her kin were on the surface coming for her but how many where there. That would be the true question. She motioned for her scorpion to come forth and came it did. She made a few hand gestures only known to the underdark. It answered the gestures with a stab of it's tail into the gnoll. The venom will continue to do it's work draining it's strength so it wouldn't resist the questioning.