"Ha!" Grym exclaims as the last blight falls, however he then feels the weight of his wounds take him and he sinks to his knees. Then a few seconds later takes a full seated position. He begins pulling the thorns from his arms, legs, and torso. "Someone should check on him" 

With deep and laboured breaths, the Goliath slowly calms himself down, letting his axe fall to the ground, among a heap of sticks and twigs. Looking across at the injured Grym, and seeing that he is "ok," he proceeds to check in on the stranger. Unsure of what else to do, he lifts the small, limp form from the ground, and looks around at the rest of his compatriots. "So guys, anyone able to help this little fella?"

OOG You will not let the poor guy dying, will you?

After he finishes picking the last few thorns out of his body Grym stands and walks over to the stranger, he focuses his mind and touches the man on his shoulder (Focused on Psionic Restoration and I am using the focus to stabilize him if he is dying.)

"Thanks Grym, though, are you sure you;re alright there buddy?" Pudding asks the injured Dwarf as he attempts to help the small figure in his arms

'Buddy? Why I oughtta!' Gryms face goes, well, grim as his mind clouds, "I'm fine..." he says with narrowed eyes, "And it's Grym, not buddy." he stood to walk back to a nearby tree to lean against it while he rested. 

The male halfling appears to be stable. In few hours he should reagin consciouness. (2 hours).

OOG: You won't let me lay there dying will you?

OOG Zyk is not unconscious, right?

OOG Yeah but I have like 4 hit points left. Urgent much.

OOC: Do you have Hit Dice left?

Bumping as it may have got forgotten about amongst the plethora of other forum posts I imagine we are all subscribed to. 

IG: Zyk - I can rub your back for ya if you like?

OOG so guys, what do you want to do? The halfing is there, stable, if you want you can take a short rest.

Short rest it is then Mr. DM filcat

The whole party takes a short rest of few hours, the time necessary for the halfing to recover at least a bit of mental clarity. : " Whe...Where am I?...Who are you? "

Grym is sitting nearby, picking his fingernails with his dagger. "We are the ones who saved you, the question is, who are you?"

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Grym is sitting nearby, picking his fingernails with his dagger. "We are the ones who saved you, the question is, who are you?"

Grym looks up from his nails, "It's a good thing we came along then huh, where are your people being held?"

Zook: "Half a day of travel southward. Are you serious, would you help me?"

Grym gave the halfling a stern look, "Saved you didn't we?"