Hildigrim gives a small but stern nod. “Very well — I’ll head that way. I’m no slouch at keeping myself unseen, so the odds of my safe arrival are statistically favorable.”
He hops down from the bench and begins fussing with his gear, patting pouches, checking straps, and giving his shortbow a quick once-over. To anyone watching, it’s clear he’s running through a practiced mental inventory as much as a physical one — preparing himself with the same meticulous care he gives to deciphering a puzzle.
Hex shakes her head at Hildigrim. "You're not going alone. It's too dangerous. If it's keeping unseen you're worried about, I know a spell that will help all of us move silently."
"I will need a moment to recover before we leave," the others hear from the back of the inn, where Auriel is tending to his wounds. "Shouldn't you as well, Hex?"
"Huh? Oh... yes. I guess I should." Hex goes to sit nearby Auriel to also tend to her wounds. "Sorry, with everything going on, it just feels like we should be moving as quickly as possible. I didn't even think about that."
"I understand," Auriel replies quietly. "But let's not rush it. We don't want another King’s Pyre. We both know how close that came."
The paladin falls silent for a moment, then glances at Hex. "Back there in the streets, You didn't use your bow. Are you favoring the sword now?" He listens as the tiefling replies, then adds, "It's good to have someone else up front. More dangerous for you, though."
As they finish patching themselves up, Auriel studies Hex with a quick eye. "Are you alright, or do you need a bit of healing?" He raises a hand slightly towards her, the faintest shimmer of light gathering in it, ready to infuse a little divine magic if she deems it necessary.
@potato:
I tend to be super conservative of the Lay on Hands pool, because I never know when we will rest and recover it, but if you need a bit extra just say so! (Auriel will just use hit die.)
Hildigrim gives a small but stern nod. “Very well — I’ll head that way. I’m no slouch at keeping myself unseen, so the odds of my safe arrival are statistically favorable.”
He hops down from the bench and begins fussing with his gear, patting pouches, checking straps, and giving his shortbow a quick once-over. To anyone watching, it’s clear he’s running through a practiced mental inventory as much as a physical one — preparing himself with the same meticulous care he gives to deciphering a puzzle.
Hex shakes her head at Hildigrim. "You're not going alone. It's too dangerous. If it's keeping unseen you're worried about, I know a spell that will help all of us move silently."
"I will need a moment to recover before we leave," the others hear from the back of the inn, where Auriel is tending to his wounds. "Shouldn't you as well, Hex?"
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
"Huh? Oh... yes. I guess I should." Hex goes to sit nearby Auriel to also tend to her wounds. "Sorry, with everything going on, it just feels like we should be moving as quickly as possible. I didn't even think about that."
"I understand," Auriel replies quietly. "But let's not rush it. We don't want another King’s Pyre. We both know how close that came."
The paladin falls silent for a moment, then glances at Hex. "Back there in the streets, You didn't use your bow. Are you favoring the sword now?" He listens as the tiefling replies, then adds, "It's good to have someone else up front. More dangerous for you, though."
As they finish patching themselves up, Auriel studies Hex with a quick eye. "Are you alright, or do you need a bit of healing?" He raises a hand slightly towards her, the faintest shimmer of light gathering in it, ready to infuse a little divine magic if she deems it necessary.
@potato:
I tend to be super conservative of the Lay on Hands pool, because I never know when we will rest and recover it, but if you need a bit extra just say so! (Auriel will just use hit die.)
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra