Dominic was aimlessly wandering the battlefield, kicking corpses and collecting the dead Mercenary group's storage items, when he felt a presence behind him.
"Hey little man, you're alright." Wiz greeted him, looking much better than Dominic felt.
"You came out. It's good to see you. I'm on loot duty." He explained, still confused and disoriented from the last blow he had taken in the battle.
"I see that, but you seem a little lost and disoriented." Wiz said softly as he put a hand on Dominic's shoulder to stop him.
Dominic looked around, and saw that he had made his way out to the early parts of the battle, where the waves of Ogres and Hobgoblins had first begun to fall.
He gave Wiz a weak smile. "Yeah, a little. I hit my head during the fight. But I'll be alright in a bit. There are just too many Mana Cores to collect."
Wiz smiled and gestured to the bag Dominic was carrying.
