Natasha spins in Misha's direction (ultimately ignoring the mayor if he was going to say anything) and without a second thought her legs automatically walks towards her. "Yeah! I'll help, no problem, hermosa, just tell me where you need me!"

"Come, sunflower." Misha says. "Seet next to Misha, ya? Not bite you." She jokes, "We work together." She then proceeds to give you gentle advice on what to do with the wounded, while her hands glow a bright red as she attempts to raise the halflings that died with her lay on hands. "Excellent, you have talent!" she will say encouragingly. "Bane smiles upon us this day, ya?" She lays them in order and forms somewhat of a chain of people like in a hospital and works with Natasha on helping the wounded. 

Jill stands by herself as the rest of the party either tends to themselves or to others. For all of my prowess as a warrior, I am limited. Misha and Natasha have healing power and Misha has at least tried to protect me, even if it fails. But what can I do if someone lands a blow on my friends? Mercy kill them so that they don't suffer? Toss them in a hole and pray for them? A fat lot of good that would do. I've spent so many years worrying about my own survival that I'm not much help to others. It's time to start changing that. Then Jill sees Oni dragging the drained gnoll away. Bordel de merde! And I thought the powers that I had were dark. What did he do to that thing?

Although there was a very prominent blush on her cheeks and the very tip of her ears, Natasha manages to keep her composure and help Misha with the wounded, a small smile on her face as she does so, happy to help whenever she truly could. "Thank you, Misha, I have experience." She announces proudly. "The kids back home would get hurt a lot," She laughs lightly at the memory. "Big sister Tasha was always around to help 'em!"

"But... This is different than little scraps and bruises..." She says, her mood going south. "It's way worse... I wish I could do more."

Kelric sits up and finds one of the dead gnolls cleaning his blades off before sheathing them and going to sit in the shade of a tree while Natasha and Misha help the halflings

As Misha helps the halflings, she listened patiently to Natasha. Eventually, she pointed to her shield and warhammer. "Not created knowing everything, Tash." she explained, "Especially me. When child, very leetle, was shown at very young age most magnificent hammer and shield - was told one day these instruments of Bane would one day mine. With price. Legion Commander told me, when I could leeft them, only then could have them. Seemed easy -but I could not, was only about 8. Very weak. Very ignorant. Lacked strength of body and mind. I knew with all heart that I wanted to, at first was frustrated, but I train. I train for years, hard. All I wanted was to leeft shield and hammer, to make Legion Commander proud, to make Bane proud. One day, many years later, I took what was promised to me - I was strong enough to leeft hammer and shield."

"You will do more, I know. I know that with hard work, and dedication, you, too, one day, ken leeft any hammer and shield."

She caught at glance at Jill..

Insight: 16

..but for the life of her could not tell she was lost in thought about something, so went back to Natasha and smiled at her fondly.

Jill notices Misha looking at her and decides to sit over with her friends. "Sorry, I was just thinking of how you two can heal these people, while if it was just left to me, they'd be stuck in a hole in the ground. The people who trained me weren't exactly concerned with me knowing how to heal or help people."

Oni walks towards the group and sees the three women talking while Natasha and Misha triage the wounded. Why do they bother waisting their magic on them. There’s peace in death and strength in pain. Looking around Oni sees the wives and children crying over lost fathers and husbands and vise versa. He stops walking and surveys the villagers. Is this weakness or strength? Are they strong for embracing a normal life and prolonging death? Yet they needed us to defend them and even then some didn’t survive. We are no different than shepards leading sheep to slaughter. He continues his walk towards the group and stops next to Jill. ”I’m curious, does your serum only work on the living? Have you ever seen it used in an attempt to preserve life rather than manipulate it?”

((Stupid time zone difference! All the healing happened without Grum))

Grum has been silently working alongside Natasha and Misha, healing fairly effectively, even if his bedside manner does leave something to be desired!

After administering some healing, Grum finds his longbow on the floor where he dropped it, gathers up some arrows from the battlefield, and goes to sit beside Kelric, cleaning his shortswords. "You know, i prefer to hunt at range, but when the enemy gets a bit too close, there's no feeling quite like opening them up with a sword. I don't know if I'd say it's a good feeling, but there's certainly nothing else like it. Our  blades look after us if we look after them, no?"

"The order that gave me my powers were only concerned with forging themselves and others into weapons to fight against the creatures of the dark. They weren't focused on healing others or anything of that sort. That seems to be the focus of those who have a connection with the divine, like them. And as Jill says that, she points away towards Grum and back towards Misha and Natasha who are seated with her. "Even if the serum could be used to heal people, I don't know how to make it. They kept that close to the vest."

"Indeed they do, just make sure the roles don't get reversed on you. Doesn't feel quite as pleasurable"   Kelric looks over at all the people "I wonder if we had not been here in the first place would these people still have their homes"

”Interesting. I’m gonna keep watch at the back of the carts for a couple hours then hopefully get some rest.” Oni seems to be deep in thought as he walks away.

(I'm afraid that Misha can't revive the dead, but there are several halflings in danger of dying.)

The halflings watch in amazement as Misha, Grum, and Natasha magically heal the fatal wounds inflicted by the gnolls. Within ten minutes the wounded have been stabilized and are resting in makeshift shelters. Several villagers set about the task of digging graves for the dead.

"Thank Orcus you're not one of those idiots who can't tell one end of an axe from the other." Flibbertigibbet says with relief. "But lighten up. I've seen condemned souls burning in the fires of hell who look happier than you. "

The mayor, never absent for long, reappears in front of Misha. "I've one last favor to ask of you." He puffs. "If you and your friends continued to the outlying settlements of Avalon ahead of us, we could have Avalonian reinforcements here by tomorrow night. Until then, we'll have to pray that the gnolls don't return."

Misha's shoulders slumped visibly at seeing how the dead halflings remained that way despite her best efforts with Glum and Tasha. She turned to Jill.

"Was not able to save them." She said sadly. "Now know how you feel, about not being able to help in theese way. You say about where you come from, people not teach you how to heal. But, look at me, I know how, but could not, today. Bane have other plans for theese people. Now you can make holes in ground. I help." She sighed and rose, giving a weak smile to Tasha and Glum, and carried the dead bodies with Jill to give them a proper burial. "You should not be concerned, Jeel. You help in different way. Everyone bring something to table, they tell me. Still glad to have you here."

She turns to the Mayor at some point. "Yes, of course." She says, agreeing to continue. "Is least we can do, for you, and for fallen."

Oni overhears the mayor as he’s going to walk away and turns back to him. ”Do you have a cart to spare to help us get there faster? There’s less...cargo now.” Oni says looking at the dead. ”The faster we get there the faster you’ll have more protection.”

"Thank you my friend. Neither of us could help these people, but we were able to help ourselves, which is all we can do sometimes. We can move on from this and get stronger. Perhaps I will gain powers that help me keep all of you safe. And perhaps you will learn something to help you bring back the dead."

“Eef Bane wills eet so, my pretty pale comrade..” Misha smile and nods. “Maybe when get to town with strong ale, play drinking game, watch you fall to floor.” She laughs loudly, patting you on the back.

The mayor nods vigorously in response to Oni's question. "Yes, yes, of course. We can spare a wagon."

As others look to ready a cart to head to Avalon, Grum is going to see if he can find the tracks of the gnoll that managed to run off. ((I'm not making that up? One of them fled, right?))

Survival: 20