No sign of...

He didn't get to finish the thought as the hilt of a sword came crashing down on the back of Anga's head, stumbling back out in to the open and fumbling around for his sword. He soon felt the cold steel of the Drows' sword deep inside him, clutching his stomach he fell to the ground, passing out.

Thrand, obviously concerned that Anga had not returned yet headed out towards the tower in search of him...

"Uh oh"

Thrand whispered to himself, and moved in close to Anga. Looking around, he saw the culprit just as he said the words

"Kal Ort Por"

The offending Drow, was gone.
Awakening Anga, Thrand scooped him up, hurriedly dressed the stomach wound and tied him to a horse. Soon after, Thrand had safely taken Anga back to Tel'Ruid, and inside the Silver Arrow.

"No fermented..." Thrand warned, "You're lucky, it wasn't deep enough to disembowel you"

Looking out the window, Thrand saw movement... In a moment, he was out the door and after the Drow, he had obviously followed them, probably to finish the job.
Thrand rode hard, and in no time caught the Drow Sargtlin, who was on foot. The battle was quickly over, Thrand loosing arrows in to the chest of the Drow, blood exploding outward from burst lungs.

Anga gritted his teeth, bit down hard on a wand, and sucked in oxygen as Za'afiel began stiching his wounds together. Myriad, sitting opposite Anga spoke...

"Here, Sargtlin...Warrior... take my hand"

Anga slowly turned, his gaze full of rage at the half-drow. How dare she... suddenly, the closing of the wound was finished.

"Its been years since I've had to do that..." Za'afiel sighed.

Myriad tossed Anga a potion, confused, he asked Za'afiel if he should drink it...

Drink it, Anga.

In no time, Anga was asleep...