Arad fell to the ground, gasping for air. He has gone over his stamina limits, and the assassin still escaped.
"Hoi! Are you okay?" The slave brought a jug of water and helped Arad sit, "Here, drink some water."
Arad looked at the water. He wasn't thirsty or hungry. He had already eaten from his stomach. ^I should drink, shouldn't I?^
Arad took the jug and gulped it down.
"Are you okay?" The slaver asked.
Arad looked at him. "I'm fine, don't mind me." He stood and looked at the sky, "The bastard ran away."
The slaver smiled, "It doesn't matter. You saved me and them." He pointed at his slaves in the back.
Arad stood and cracked his neck. ^I healed my throat, but it still feels weird. I need to get back and ask Ginger about it.^
{If the assassin's weapons were poisoned. Then the woman in the back won't last long as well.}
Arad looked at the slaves in the back. They were helping the mother bandage her shoulder.
