Sadar

As the woman flap and moan and wander about Sadar looks at them sternly, rapping an armoured fist loudly on the stone wall./ "Ladies," he says in a stern voice, "If you wish to leave organise yourself. Get a friend, help each other and line up." he pauses, a note of menace in his voice, "Be quick lest the gnolls return and then you will be prisoners once more." The fact that he is pale, sweating and covered in his own blood should help highlight that he has been sorely wounded.