[Nerindel]

Like everybody else Sorlas had leapt to his feet at Tarranon's cry. He had instinctively reached for his sword, when he saw several of the creatures perched in the trees with bows at the ready, seeing Islist with his bow already knocked he called "In the trees" then taking his own bow they started to shot the creatures from their perches.

Just then someone shouted "behind !" as he stole a glance an arrow whizzed passed grazing his left cheek, but landing harmlessly into the dying embers of the camp fire. he raised his bow to return fire, only to see the creature falling from the tree with an arrow through it's neck, he turned to see Islist's satisfied grin, he nodded his thanks then shouted "Duck!" as a large orc came running up behind his leader. As Islist dropped to the ground Sorlas released the arrow he had already knocked, it struck the stunned creature right between the eyes killing it instantly. "Good shot" Islist grinned jovially as he rushed up to make sure his captain was all right.

Sorlas reached his hand to help Istlist back to his feet, the pair shared a laugh then turned and fired volley after volley into their retreating foes.

After the battle the camp regrouped by the fire, Sorlas wandered from one to the other checking that they were not injured miraculous only himself and Tarranon had been injured. He looked at Tarranon's wound "it's just a scratch!" he protested, "As is this but I will still treat it!" he replied pointing to the graze on his cheek. Tarranon relented and put out his arm, Sorlas took a spongy brown root from his herb pouch cut it in half then without warning he squeezed the oozing white sap over the wound, "Arggg! you could have warned me, Had I known the remedy stung more than the wound I would have gone without!" Sorlas merely laughed at his friends retort and handing him the root, he indicated that he should do the same to the graze on his cheek. "Ah ! but it won't be the same, you know what is coming" he joked. Sorlas laughed then closing his eyes and gritting his teeth he wait for the burning sensation that he did indeed knew was coming. He winced visibly as Tarranon squeezed the stinging sap along his cheek.

Once done he thanked Tarranon and put the unused piece of root back in his pouch, "The wound should not need dressing but you should keep an eye in it. Smiling he moved off to find Islist to see if they would be moving out right away, He did not fancy staying to long, with them being this near to Dol Guldur, the orcs that had escaped would surely come back with reinforcements.