A Dwarf in armor, clutching a Warhammer, spoke.
The armor he wore was emblazoned with the torch emblem of the Night Watcher.
Beside him stood a creature half-man, half-horse, similarly armored and carrying a Throwing Spear for long-range attack on its back.
Clearly, the recent attack had come from this centaur.
"Here, friend, drink this," said the Dwarf.
Rom was groggy, but he knew the Dwarf before him was at least not an enemy because he did not bear the purple crystals or have purple pus.
Only then did he realize the purple crystals were piercing his shoulder, and there were purple streaks around it.
It made him look more like the enemy.
He did not resist and drank the strange potion, as things couldn't get worse.
