Barden, on his knees and crouched over the Draconian looked to the Dwarf, Caelyn, who made his way over to the two. He laughed at the Dwarf's request, but the laughter was short lived as he watched the Dwarf succumb to his wound and fall to one knee. "A drink is the last thing you need now, my friend." As he was about to move to examine Caelyn's wound, he noticed the sorceress who had come with medicine. Barden, being a ranger had a knowledge of herbs and such which could ease pain and help with the healing of wounds. However, he was no healer and certainly no master of magic, his knowledge of which was severely limited to that he had learnt of in his time with the Elves.

"My guess is that you would be much more fitted to this task." He stood and nodded to Caelyn and the newcomer. Turning his gaze back to the sorceress he smiled and nodded, "I'll take my leave, thank-you." He uttered, leaving the Elf to deal with any wounds.

The ranger made his way over to the tree from which Elniss had fired the arrow that had undoubtedly saved Barden from any injury, if not death. He placed an open hand on the trunk of the tree, leaning his weight into it, his bow held in his free hand. "It looks like I am in your debt more so than before now." He joked, looking up at the she-elf who was perched on a branch of the tree. "I gave you my name but did not stay to hear yours..."