"Before we do anything, i need help with taking care of armstrong's wounds or else he will rot like the bodies we are about to bury. Thoruk, Hazi, (slave's name) and (slave's name). Hold em up while im patching him." he said as he walked to grab some cloth and fill his trusty mug with ale. "In this rate we will run out of alcohol faster than water" He mumbled to himself as he filled the mug once again with the burning liquid.