Draven

*Draven stops and looks down at the half-elf. He says* "You're not imagining things. I do feel like a jerk. I'm carrying a half-elf around like a sack of potatoes."

*Draven gently picks up the half-elf and carries her over his shoulder. He looks around the cave, trying to find a way out. He mutters* "This is not how I imagined my day going."

*Draven walks through the cave, looking for an exit. He's starting to feel frustrated and tired. He says* "This is ridiculous. I'm a dark elf, not a babysitter."

*The note reads: "Thank you for saving my ass. And for the insult. I hope we meet again."*