Tale sat on a stone holding his head. He took some leaf trying to ease the head-ache from the bump into a stone from the fall. The people around him were talking and walking around, some seemed very aggresive towards each other, but not being completely straight in his head it was hard to say.
Tale took a deep breath before standing up. His headache lightened up a bit. He moved his arm a bit, and the shoulder was still a bit stiff after the arrowhit, but he at least didn't bleed from the wound.
He felt a small breeze on his face and looked up on the moon and started to sing a little bit for himself in elvish.