Roldan: Plan

Roldan let out a bitter laugh. The cat wasn't supposed to follow him. Or was it still thinking that he was his food? Roldan shook his head, staring at the dumb cat walking on four back and forth inside a cave. 

Outside, the stars, or some sort of pseudo magic the Limbo was creating, twinkled over the horizon. Trees protruded like people doing a standing ovation in a pledged loyalty in a noble's court. "Makers!" Roldan hissed. "I hate nobles." He reached for his brown hair and tucked them between his ears and let out a long disappointing sigh. 

Roldan raised his arm with the torn flesh. Remembering the dumb beast that did it to him, he threw a furious glare at it. 

He had been using his Lifeforce from the day he left the camp of elves. For the wound to stop bleeding and get infected, Roldan exhausted some of his remaining mana and combined it with the Lifeforce to coat his wounded arm constantly.