"Oh-!" Tea just so happened to be thrown into the tree Claribel was perched in; his impact shook it enough that she was jolted, and her world began to tilt. She, however, having been dizzy just a moment before, blamed her sudden loss of balance on her hunger, rather than the violence below. 

With a short shriek, the poor woman fell through the air until she landed square upon the head of the troll that was grappling with the Half-Elf. While the woman wasn't very heavy, she managed to hit the weakened troll at just the right angle that sent it toppling to the ground and her right along with it. Thankfully, because that weight wasn't too great, her body bounced and rolled across the trampled ground, away from the downed beast.

Knocking another bolt into his crossbow, Pick fired at the troll that tackled Tea And struck it in the side. He had moved Drysl enough to where he figured he could stay safe, and was ready to re-enter the fight.

"Focus your attacks on the one I hit." He shouted across the battle to Cedric, "we are just attacking randomly. That's the best way to lose what you're hunting."

[OOC oh, I guess it's been handled then.]

Drysl lay where Pick had left him, he looked around, and noticed about four feet away from him. Where some poisonous Fairies Spot Mushrooms. With great effort Drysl managed to point at them with a dry mouth he said three words."Deadly Poisonous Mushrooms" He hoped the others understood, as he passed out because unless he was healed soon these might be the last words he'd speak.

[ignore the unless he was healed soon part I think that might mislead you guys into thinking the mushrooms are a cure lol]

Tea, still dizzy, slowly got up. He took a moment to gain his composer, then checked the troll, it seemed unconscious but not dead. He turn to his saviour who, to his surprise, was a young women.

Her blonde hair any grey blue eyes captivated him, though he was never good around girls to begin with, there where few at his temple who mocked him when he was young. "Uhh th-thank you…" he said very nervously.

His focus was broken from Claribel when the troll he kicked earlier hand finally got up, shouting about.

Pick, hearing the old man's dying breaths, picks up a mushroom and sticks it into a crossbow bolt, "we'll see how deadly they really are." He then ran off in the direction of the remaining troll. He couldn't afford to miss. He reached the troll and, not unlike a spider monkey, climbed up on its back. He clung to the back of the trolls neck, and with a deep breath he swung around to the trolls face.

"Hey ugly." He said before the bolt launched itself from the crossbow, and lodged itself into the troll's throat. He then kicked off the troll and landed several feet in front of it.

The troll gagged and sputtered. The mushroomed bolt was blocking its airwaves. As it struggled to breathe Pick returned to the old man.

"Can I get some help here?! He's dying!"

[hey guys if Drysl dies because no one has the ability to save him that's alright don't go out of your roles to achieve saving him. If you can stay within your character roles and save Drysl at the same time then awesome if not then that's ok]

Claribel caught her bearings quite quickly–she was face-down in the dirt! She pushed herself up and shook her head of the earth and dead grass before looking around herself. Hearing Tea's thanks, still a little too disoriented to notice his fluster, she nodded and said breathlessly, "You're welcome..!" With Pick's cry for aid, however, she was unable to focus on the Half-Elf she had accidentally helped for much longer.

After half a second more of searching, her eyes landed upon the wounded old man where he had been dragged; she had landed mere feet away from him! Claribel pulled herself over to Drysl and produced a small sewing kit that her mother had given her just before she left. It wasn't a hole in her robes, but she had to help this man!

With her needle threaded, she set to speedy work on sewing the first wound she saw–which was obviously the wound upon his head. The matted hair and bloodied features were details that were very hard to miss. 

Pick, feeling as though his objective had been successfully achieved smiled. 

"Think he'll be okay?" He asked Claribel

In the distance the troll continued to sputter and flail in obvious pain.

"My name is Pick by the way." He said sitting down as the flesh wound he had endured before venturing into the forest overpowered the adrenaline rush. 

"Hoo" he vocalized as he laid down, "any chance you can patch me up to?"