Skovi's breath flowed towards Harik, healing the cut across his throat and saving him from certain death. The Sommerdan Hero stared at them with hatred in his eyes. 'That's right, this wolf can heal itself! But I never expected it could heal others...' The Hero frowned as he considered the position he was in. 'So, the wolf isn't some monster created to be slain. It's some kind of pet.'
"I am Randa Yulzek. A Hero in service to the God Parthus. What are your names?" The Sommerdan Hero declared loudly as his eyes darted from Harik to Skovi.
Harik frowned as he got to his feet, still spitting out blood that had gathered in his throat. 'Asking for names now?' Harik cursed as he decided to play along. Every moment wasted talking bought them time anyway, so there was no reason to decline to answer.
"I am Jarl Harik Eraldsen! And this is Skovi! The great wolf who serves the God Exile!" Harik bellowed with as much force as he could muster.
