Carl waits to see what the Lord Regent suggests, looking to have a short rest whenever it is feasible. He's glad to be away from Spernik's body. He waits to hear how they could be of use, volunteering his help whenever he can be useful.
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"Shouldn't we bring these people," he adds, gesturing to those who were captive along with the Lord Regent, "to the Laughing Goblin so we can take them all out?"
"You are correct," The Lord Regent says. "Our priority right now should be getting as many civilians outside of Phlan as we can. There will be another day to take back what is ours. It will do us no good to take on a dragon with no plan."
He speaks with confidence, the steady voice of a man used to making decisions that affect tens of thousands. He looks over to the body of Aleyd, and adds, "And Aleyd is coming with us. Not only should her body be given to her family, Wylan Burral is a cleric of Tymora who lives in Mulmaster. If Phlan is ever to rid itself of the Maimed Virulence, it needs a symbol - and I have no intention of allowing death to give Aleyd leave from her duties. She is one of the most dedicated knights in my command. If you can aid our escape from the town, I will take Aleyd's body to Mulmaster and plead for her return from death."
Auriel reaches for his holy symbol. "I pray that Lady Luck will hear your plea, my Lord. I do not know which entity chose to grant such a blessing to one as unworthy as Spernik, but Aleyd would be far more deserving of it."
As he speaks, a faint glow of divine energy gathers briefly around his hand as he draws upon it to mend his own wounds.
Since the Lord Regent has already organized the group of captives, there is little left to arrange. Auriel looks around, searching for a way to build a makeshift bier to carry Aleyd's body. He would offer to help carry her, but feeling he would be better used protecting the captives in case they encounter danger on their way to the Laughing Goblin, he instead moves to the front of the group.
All that remains now is to traverse the city, meet the rest of the survivors and Glevith, to make it out of Phlan.
"Ready when you give the order, Lord Regent."
(ooc: Auriel heals himself for 10 HPs with Lay on Hands)
Carl waits to see what the Lord Regent suggests, looking to have a short rest whenever it is feasible. He's glad to be away from Spernik's body. He waits to hear how they could be of use, volunteering his help whenever he can be useful.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"You are correct," The Lord Regent says. "Our priority right now should be getting as many civilians outside of Phlan as we can. There will be another day to take back what is ours. It will do us no good to take on a dragon with no plan."
He speaks with confidence, the steady voice of a man used to making decisions that affect tens of thousands. He looks over to the body of Aleyd, and adds, "And Aleyd is coming with us. Not only should her body be given to her family, Wylan Burral is a cleric of Tymora who lives in Mulmaster. If Phlan is ever to rid itself of the Maimed Virulence, it needs a symbol - and I have no intention of allowing death to give Aleyd leave from her duties. She is one of the most dedicated knights in my command. If you can aid our escape from the town, I will take Aleyd's body to Mulmaster and plead for her return from death."
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Auriel reaches for his holy symbol. "I pray that Lady Luck will hear your plea, my Lord. I do not know which entity chose to grant such a blessing to one as unworthy as Spernik, but Aleyd would be far more deserving of it."
As he speaks, a faint glow of divine energy gathers briefly around his hand as he draws upon it to mend his own wounds.
Since the Lord Regent has already organized the group of captives, there is little left to arrange. Auriel looks around, searching for a way to build a makeshift bier to carry Aleyd's body. He would offer to help carry her, but feeling he would be better used protecting the captives in case they encounter danger on their way to the Laughing Goblin, he instead moves to the front of the group.
All that remains now is to traverse the city, meet the rest of the survivors and Glevith, to make it out of Phlan.
"Ready when you give the order, Lord Regent."
(ooc: Auriel heals himself for 10 HPs with Lay on Hands)
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