Kesten nods grimly at Thad and signals to the other guardsmen. As they take up positions in the other platforms he turns to Thad and Alaina saying, "My men are in position, but the others are still out there. Should we close the gate?"
Search Posts
Kesten bows his head at Warren, then with a chagrined smile and gesture at his bandages he says, "I won't be much help in a scuffle for a bit, but once I'm fit again, I'd be happy to help in any way I can."
As Tityanna finishes her tale of the night's adventure, the wounded Rostland guardsman walks over to the group. He looks a bit haggard. Face thin and pale, from having not eaten much over the last several days. His right arm is still in a sling, and the fabric of his tunic bulges from the thick bandages covering his chest. Several days growth of coal-colored whiskers cover his cheeks and chin, the color matching his hand brushed hair. As he steps up to the group he offers a slight bow, hampered by the bandages and obvious pain as his face tightens into a brief grimace. With a gesture to Ursula who stands nearby he says, "The good lady has said it would be good for me to start moving around a little." "Kesten Garess at your service. Allow me to express my thanks at your timely rescue. If not for you folk, my life would be forfeit. As it is, I've already lost my first command." |