Holding my head where a large lump was forming, I staggered out from behind the tree. The pain in my head had kept me from Poofing, so all I could do was watch as the orcs fell one by one from Dragh's crossbow bolts. It was amazing to watch him jumping from tree to tree while shooting in mid-air with such grace and accuracy.
"I'm glad he's on our side." I mumbled.
Now, he was pulling his bolts from the dead orcs. I decided to check each orc to make sure it was indeed dead. Twenty-seven gold coins later, I was satisfied that they were not alive. None of their weapons looked very useful, but they might fetch a few coins in a marketplace.
I walked up to Dragh, and held out ten gold coins. "Here's your half, Dragh. Nice shooting!"
