09:52 PM

Rothal appears to have survived the battle on the beach, although after being passed by for dead by the healers, he spent most of his time trying to recover enough to drag himself to the village gates.  He stops here, sweaty, and covered in sand and whatnot, slumped against a pile of debris.  Bedraggled hare.  :P

Zeraph is moving about the village, seemingly bored now that the action is over for the time being. The fighter makes his way through the street, sword returned to the sheath on his back and ears lowered back. Suddenly the buck notices Rothal. Oh crap, he'd forgotten about him! He moves towards the wounded runner. "Oh, Roth!"

Jarril, however is right at the front again where the makeshift barrier is.  Siting down and leaning against the wall, the major yawns slightly while rubbing an apple over his uniform top and takes a bite.  "Bad show this.  Fight and then bally well get boring and all that, wot."  Peering through a crack at the empty centre of the village.  "Hmmm, be nice ta stretch the legs but don't know what they're up ta over there..."

Rothal glances up at Zeraph, putting on his 'yeah, it's me' grin, though it's a little more messed up than usual.  His face is cut pretty bad, after all.  He doesn't talk, exactly.  More of a groan.

Zeraph cusses under his breath and feels bad about forgetting the runner. He kneels to help him up, so that Rothal can use him for support. The buck clenches his teeth slightly. "Roth, I'm sorry..I should have come and got you.." The fighter sighs deeply.

Taye appears with a small gaggle of other runners with an armful of driftwood piled high in his arms. Apparently the lot had been sent off for supplies, and since one always needs wood for burning, they have returned with this. Moving over to one of the buildings, they deposit their loads there, with the usual black-slapping and so on.

Rothal struggles up with Zeraph's aid, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.  "No problem, 'Raph.  h'I've been forgotten before, and h'it'll happen again, with mah luck.  Have any healers around here?"  His voice is a little more hoarse than usual, and a thin trickle of blood dribbles down the corner of his mouth.

Jarril getting up once more, the major moves back to his duties, leaving the guard to keep an eye on the wall as he heads off elsewhere.