Phandalin

Colten moves to stand by Cori's side while flanking the bandit. Despite looking a little pale, the nobleman moves with his usual grace and poise. Dipping the center of his gravity low in a half-crouch, he thrusts his sword forward under his opponent's armpit, hoping to slip the slender blade between the man's ribs.

Etch brings his blade back and thrusts it forward towards the foes chest.

Poor boy cori, we'll help ya.

Well then they were a silly bunch. At least they left us there coin for our trouble.

"Yeah. . .although it would be best if we took another breather." Colten said with a light huff, clutching the bleeding wound on his chest. Leaning down, he wipes his sword on one of the dead men's tunics before sheathing it, then looks around the room.

Colten sits down in one of the chairs that the Redbrands were sitting in, shoving away one of the corpses with his legs as he leans back while continuously applying pressure to the wound on his chest. Hopefully the bleeding stops before something else happens.

Dusting my self off from not getting dirty. Wow that was a close one. Best we don't get in another spat like that.

"You have sustained some injuries." Etch says to Colton, "It may be dangerous to rest here, but also dangerous to continue. Shall we we close the door and allow for you to repair yourself?"

"I am not the only one injured here." Colten quickly eyed Etch and Cory. "A closed door and a few tables behind it should do the trick. If you disagree, we could always head back outside, find a picnic spot in the woods, and do the same. It might be best for Cori to head home at this rate anyway."

"It seems wise to rest then. I will watch." Etch turns and stands facing the open door.

After Cori leaves, Colten helps his companions construct a makeshift barricade with the tables and chairs available before sitting down to rest. Within minutes, the large oozing gash on the nobleman's chest had clotted over, leaving a wet scab that may easily reopen should he strain himself. Color returned to Colten's sun-kissed skin, and his breathing became much smoother, much more relaxed than before.

"I say we try our hand with this door." Colten says after the rest, pointing to the southern side of the room. It is amazing how much a little rest could lift the spirit. Despite his uncharacteristically battered appearance, the nobleman has recovered much of the spryness that he lost from his injuries.

Don't see why not I'm game lads.

Colten moves to open the southern door, anticipating another fight on the other side.