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I nodded, "Took him long enough." I pulled out the medical gause I had hidden on my person, knowing this might happen, and redressed his wounds before taking him back to the hideout across the street. i sat on the couch, well that was certainly alot to process....

I placed a hand on his shoulder and firmly shoved him down. "I'm right here, watching tv, nothing else to do, you got the hell beat out of you didn't you? Those wounds look like you where fighting wolves...or kitsune? Probably should stay down until you regain some of your strength. Did you ever get that sword of yours?"

"Well atleast they didn't damage your brain." I picked up the sword from the floor, I grinned at him. "This is a rather nice blade, I would like to meet the man that forged this, though im guessing he's dead." I ran a finger down the edge of the blade, by my guess, on how drow worked from my breif meetings with one, it was most likely magical, or at the least would never dull.

I sit there, waiting for something to happen, Kahlan waking up, a customer or two. Anything to happen. I had since found some elbow length chain mail gloves with the same sized spikes as the knuckles I commonly used. I could use the added chain mail to stop blades, it would act nice to block blades in the same way I block hands. It never broke either, I had already tried that. My guess? It was magical, ha! I had been so oblivious to all this, and now, well, now I knew everything. Magical beings with power equaling that of a God's! If only the common man knew that, how feared they would be. It would weed them out, making us humans a stronger race. Maybe thats how we once were, a race of strong men that roamed with these magical creatures. Maybe... Legends tell of four of these creatures, and the humans they held in their armies. They must of not thought humans weak, when they had the resources for god like armies. But now, the man down the street couldn't lift a table chair, let alone a blade and armor, or a gun, or anything! I must say it was quite pathetic.

I had the chain mail gloves on as I wave to him in a weird fashion. Meh, didn't care at this point how I looked. Not with that b*****d toting around looking like me. "I am Jacques Huntington." I sigh. My life was weary, I didn't much care for formalities anymore. "Do you believe our race was once a race of proud warriors? Strong enough to roam with these creatures we never even knew about, and the masses still not knowing about?"

I turn my head to the sound. "Kahlan?" I look at her, then move to kneel by her, checking her head, that sort of stuff. "Good thing you lived through that. Um, I don't know much, but we are all alive, the Drow barely keeping up, he was severely wounded. It seems I am the only one who didn't receive too much damage throughout the fight, and by that I mean, actually participating." I sigh. "Concussion is what I figured, no going back to sleep for you, can you get up?"

I walked back into the front room from exploring the back rooms. Kahlan was awake. I walked over and lent her a hand getting up then gave a small formal bow. "Hello Kahlan, my name is Jairn Donale. I arrived at the end of the fight, and saved Jarlaxle, he is across the street in one of my hideouts resting. He lost too much blood for me to want to move him though."