ouch

Aardvarkin staggers about muddily blood welling from his arm....
He heres muddy hoofbeats and decides to retreat from the noise and the two
slavers....(or how many there are)

"Aardman....yer blind, hoit, bleedin'....and ya dont have a slavin clue what
to do...." aardvarkin mutters.

meandering about...aardvarkin strikes off in the most northlikely direction in
hopes of doing the adventuring party some service by slittling the sleeping
enemies throats....

"i knew i should have shafted those see-in-the-dark contact lenses form that
stupid gnome merchant back at Yridinport....i thought i was good in the
dark.....only in the shadows of the alley i guess....where is everybody?"

Sage's Desk AD&D