OOC: No problem; good luck!
IC: Tathel falls onto his butt, clutching the medicine bag tightly to his chest to keep it from harm. As soon as he stops moving his head is right back in the bag, checking to make sure everything is still alright.
"Sorry 'bout that," he says with genuine regret, his voice muffled by the bag. "I should really pay more attention to where I'm going."
Pheore looks around in an attempt to identify who Vinazu and Malos are. She doesn't recognize the names, that's for sure.