Assuming no one else is doing anything, Breldo and Cladmir note they no longer feel as naoseus from the poison as they did before. 

Sylvera seems a bit annoyed that Rick is off doing something else first, but shrugs it off. 

"Do you need help, or?" 

"Rick thinks this place is a death trap, so Rick would very much like help, yes!"

Rick says invitingly.

He'll drag Khond back in to help shoot stuff as well.

"Friend Khond, focus now. Rick knows Khond is having an oil crisis. Rick understands, Rick has been there. Rick just needs Khond to shoot anything that pops up on stage after friend Sylvia does whatever Sylvia needs to do."

(What do Cladmir and Breldo wish to do if anything? And Khond too obviously, depending on how important he finds the oil crisis.)

Cladmir is clearly torn from the argument between his old captain and new oily leader.  Normally the bark from his old captain would have snapped him back to his old senses, but the weird and confusing vision of his past has scrambled what he thought he knew.

"I was only trying to prevent needless loss of life..." was the best he could managed, and very quietly at that.

Cladmir looks toward Rick dragging Khond.  He knew magic was dangerous -- but he felt that it may answer questions he never knew he had as well, and he would gladly follow Rick to make sure nothing really dangerous would happen... that's right.  He's a trained guard of the king.  If anything else he should be trying to protect the king's subjects from accidentally hurting themselves... too much.  And what if he learned a few things on way, that would be fine, right?

((Sorry about my very extended absence.  It seems like the summer weather change has started having some heavy hits on my health))

For the short rest, Khond uses his one remaining hit die, healing for 10hp (roll is on his character sheet)

"All sorts of things 'might' lead to terrible things.  Harnessing fire could have destroyed civilisation, but it was necessary for development.  Vague mindless fear holds no meaning."

Dragging himself along with Rick, Khond checks his bow.  "You'd best make sure whatever happens doesn't touch me.  That nap helped, but I'm still shakey."