Beau Bergeron couldn’t believe the series of events that spread out before him. As the lookout’s dagger collided with his arrow and angled it up into the cheek of the dragon it went into a rampage.
But the dragon wasn’t Beau’s concern. The ship’s wizard was down on the ground where Beau had knocked her out of the dragon’s path. And now that path was starting to line up with her again. Beau wasn’t about to let that project end just yet.
Making a run for it he dropped the crossbow and headed for Tayliana Winddancer. The Dragon’s footfalls made it slightly difficult to keep his balance, as the beast rumbled through the trees as it made its way out of the clearing and into the sky, circling up overhead.
Tripping over an exposed root he let out an audible gasp of pain which further wracked his injured mid-section, but still he pressed on. Thunder rang overhead as the storm began to rumble itself back for another go at the cursed crew beneath it.
Just as the dragon moved its way past her, Tayli was beginning to stir. Beau knelt down beside her as she rose up to meet him.
“You alright, chère?”, he asked.
“Seem to be thanks to you,” she said with a grin.
“Guess that makes us even then…” he said, letting the sentence hang in the air.
“Not quite,” she replied, and with that she planted a kiss of her own upon Beau. He’d had better in his time, but not by much. Something about an elf’s tongue still had some mystique for him.
The pain, however, caused him to wince slightly. “Augh, sorry, took a bit of a beating back there”. Tayli took a sympathetic look, but Beau didn’t let her think on it long. He needed her to buy into his mystique too. “Come on, let’s go” he said simply and went so far as to help her off the ground.
With as little of a limp as he could, Beau made his way over to Jean Lafitte III and the lookout. Both of them were tending to the mage’s wounds.
“So what’s the plan now, Boss?” Beau asked, legitimately curious as to what, if anything, the “Captain” had in mind.