VEYL: First Campaign Thread

Rory has seen such things but only a few times, his face contorts when he sees the condition of the Firbolg woman called Mirana.  He hears Toil's words, the offer for them to camp, and he darts a sharp look at the tiefling.  His fists squeeze imperceptibly tighter.  He watches the assessment and diverts his eyes from the Hollowed, knowing what must come next.  "Sometimes, death is a kindness, a release.  A transformation of sorts.  I'm all about healin someone if we are able... but this is too far gone."  He speaks the words softly and to himself.  

When Harper starts to sing his song, he gives a small smile, for just a moment, but when Cork speaks up, Rory agrees and he says so.  "I agree with that.  Not safe to prolong it.  Doesn't help her, or anyone else.  We can help if you wish it.  I don't think you'll like the direction of this, if you let things linger..."  Rory puts his hand on his sword hilt, standing there at attention, waiting to see what will happen.