Cayson wasn't feeling so hot. The scent and sight of blood was enough to make him feel quite queasy. For a moment he thought that he was going to topple right out of the tree. Instead he steeled himself. Case took a deep breath, swallowed, then began to descend carefully from the tree. At least the coast was clear. For the time being. Cay's feet made contact with the ground. He was both relieved and nervous to be back on the surface. What if the thagas were to come back? He was no combat hardened hero. He had no interest in hurting or killing. Scarface's words certainly didn't encourage him at all. Thaga mating season? That certainly wasn't a good thing to walk into. “Man, you certainly saved us Mr. Scarface. I really wasn't looking forward to being all torn up and such...still don't really. So perhaps we best be moving on, like you said. My name's Cayson." Cay's voice was a little shaky, but he was keeping it together for the most part.
