Jonas busies himself field dressing the trifle of a wound he had received from the creatures rasping mouth. It was bleeding a bit more than he was comfortable with. He tore a strip of cloth from his cloak and made what some would call a bandage. It would certainly do the job of keeping it cleaner, and staunching some blood flow. ”If someone has the power to heal, Mrs Tirablade could be up and going with a helping hand. I figure she needs just a bit more magic to set her bones to rights. Though if our elven friend may need the help more. As I said earlier I’m Jonas. The one with the bow is my cousin Shyndra. We are Hunters”

The last bit was spoken as if the name should mean something to the others. Full of pride and beaming just a bit.