[Hope you don't mind me dropping in here. Thread looked interesting so I thought I'd check it out.]
He didn't do a lot of traveling, but when he did, he ensured he went far. Thorn needed some time away from the city, away from the madness of odd jobs and little pay. The work he'd been doing lately was, to be frank, quite an embarrassment for a man of his caliber. He was a psychic for crying out loud! How the hell could moving boxes be of any use to him? Now, he wasn't one to usually complain about a job but when it started to get where he couldn't even use his natural-born talents, that's when he really got ticked off.
So, as far as he was concerned, this whole excursion into the Draconi was a much needed break from the indifference of the civilized world. He could handle himself out here if he had to. There was more to fear in cities than in the deep, dark unknown.
But something was different here and now. His sense picked up the putrid smell of smoke in a nearby area. Now he wasn't one to rush into the heart of danger, but he heard voices in the vicinity and that was enough cause to spur his powerful legs to run toward it, if only that he might help someone. But what he saw was not what he was expecting.
Already smoke engulfed the area, a thick torrent of an opaqueness that was extremely heavy on the eyes. "Hello," he called out into the smoke, hoping for an answer. But when he received none he strode steadily forward, avoiding the sharp pangs in his lungs when he could help it. It wasn't until he tripped over something along the ground. He grunted his pain when his body flailed to the ground. Turning his head, he spotted something that resembled a body covered in vines of a sort. "Hey," he muttered, nudging the body. "Hey!" When he didn't see it respond to him, he climbed to his feet, reached down and grabbed up the female form only to find the vines locked tightly around her. Quickly, sensing the flames coming near along with the presence of several others, he reached for his dagger and cut the vegetation caught at her feet.
He then dragged her out, slumped her up over his shoulder and carried her away from the scene. Away as swiftly as his legs could take him for it was an imminent certainty that they surely would have both burned had they stayed any longer. When the smoke cleared from his senses, he set her body down on the ground, readjusting her so that she might be more comfortable.
The clearing he had settled her in was narrow and the sound of rushing water nearby touched his ears. Carefully he knelt beside her and cut the vines from her face hoping that she might breath or come to. "Hey," he called again, hoping to get a response out of her this time. "Come on, wake up!"
