Fodd gasps for air as he is cut free, his face red and sweating, his body heavy with pain and exhaustion, visibly broken by the battle. "Mr Goldweaver?" he rasps, gratefully, "I thought you 'd run?" He cranes his neck around, searching for the girl. "Is she safe? What's happening? Did I slay the tree?"
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“Hard to disagree,” Ella croaks to Horrence, dry-mouthed, anxious. But seeing Fodd hurt so badly, she summons up her courage and presses the girl’s wrist into Horrence’s small hand. “Keep an eye on her.”
Hiking her skirts up, Ella dashes into the fray, flinging herself into the ground at Fodd’s side. “You’ve been so brave Fodd. But you’re not done yet.”And she’ll cast Cure Wounds on him at second level for 6. As the healing clears bruises and closes cuts, she’ll pat his shoulder. “Come on. People to save.”
She’s hardly paying attention to the axe but it’ll keep hacking away at whatever threatening vegetation is closest (7 to attack for 10 damage).
Ella, dashing across the glade in a flurry of skirts you arrive to kneel beside Fodd, cleansing his wounds with a potent invocation of your goddesses power. You are so focused on your task that you're almost taken unawares as the lumbering animated tree, burning like a furnace suddenly blots out the sky, raising two branches as thick as your torso up to strike at either you or Corryn.
Driven by your burst of fear, the deadly axe you've conjured forth is suddenly between you. It flashes forward, heedless of the flames and devastating in the momentum built up from its rapid flight. It connects with the tree at the middle and doesn't stop, bisecting the flame-weakened arboreal in a single swing that spends burning splinters flying in every direction.
Ragnor, you're still facing off against the damaged but functional awakened tree to the east. What do you do?
Horrence, the half-elf by your side appears stable for now. Corryn, having liberated Fodd from the vines you now watch the sentient slivers continue sliding past you, almost to the treeline. Fodd, newly invigorated you find yourself supine, with the lingering touch of Ella's healing playing over you and the fleeing vines just at the corner of your eye. What do you each do?
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His body refreshed and powered by a rush of of embarrassment for such temporary weakness, Fodd surges to his feet, head swinging on pivot, searching for the people that need saving. He sees Ragnor in beast form, clinging to a thrashing tree by his jaws. "Mr Fireforge!"Fodd yelps and thunders towards the malignant vegetable foe, swinging his sword with renewed energy. (If he reaches the tree, 8 to hit for 9 slashing damage)
Horrence looks down at the still unconscious girl and says "Well, I can't carry you, so you'll have to get up I reckon." and he will case Cure Wounds10 healing.
If they spell begins to wake her he will attempt to help her away from the direction of the tree for his movement.
Meanwhile the arcane turret will again fire off a shot of fire at the tree (DEX ST 12- 6 or half if succeeds) and then roll back up to 15ft to keep out of reach of the tree.
Fodd gasps for air as he is cut free, his face red and sweating, his body heavy with pain and exhaustion, visibly broken by the battle. "Mr Goldweaver?" he rasps, gratefully, "I thought you 'd run?" He cranes his neck around, searching for the girl. "Is she safe? What's happening? Did I slay the tree?"
"Of course not, but as you can see, I'm much better with a crossbow than I am with this," Corryn says, panting and waving his dagger; "not to mention that it would not have helped much against either spider or ... whatever this is ... was." He also looks around for the girl as well as his other companions and tries to ascertain if there is anything he can do before trying to get a better grasp of the state of the clearing, are there still fires? Can we put them out? What remains of the tree house, who might that elf woman be? What was it she said again before all of this happened... "I don't think it is over, though... come, let us see if we can stop the remaining fires and find out what *heavy sigh* foul evil is afoot and caused this."
Can I perception check to see if I detect any other signs of movement or danger 5
Corryn's owl has been doing the same and he'll check in with his familiar now and also look around himself; provided he sees that all his comrades are at least well or being taken care off (his own medical knowledge is minimal, so beyond worrying, he couldn't possibly do much for them), he will start to look around to figure out what exactly happened and what led to this whole mess...
In order of mental priority/more systematic than prose:
- Are there still fires that can realistically be put out without third party help? - Is there a danger of fire expanding to the forest/entire park - If so, is there a source of water nearby? Is there still some sort of "fire department" - If there is such a thing as a fire department or someone that should be notified, even if the group tries to douse the fire, Corryn will get a quill and paper from his backpack, scribble a note and send his familiar to that place in the hopes that this works out. - Does Corryn perceive anyone as particularly wounded and in need of something he can help with?
- Are there any identifiable remains of the tree house? - Anything about the women that sticks out and wasn't mentioned yet? - Any items, valuable or not, that survived the explosion of the tree house? - Any remaining markings/strange glow/anything on the tree?
”Mr Goldweaver, I owe you my life" Fodd says, kneeling as if before some monarch; then he earnestly clutches the gnomes shoulder in a meaty hand. "I fear those were no ordinary trees!"
The vines are almost to the safety of the treeline when the husky form of Fodd is among them, the flames of Horrence's turret flashing in around him to singe outliers as hew wades in with great arcs of his vengeful blade. An ear-piercing shriek fills the glade as the last of the possessed vines are literally hacked to pieces, Fodd's heavy footfalls completing the work of his flashing sword. When the sound, which causes you all to cover your ears finally fades, the glade is still once more.
At Fodd's feet lie the remnants of simple vines, albeit ones tinged with a faint and unhealthy black pallor. These seem to decay rapidly, wilting and beginning to rot even before your ears, the cloying smell of dying vegetation floating up to assault your senses.
In Horrence's arms, the teenage half-elf stirs slowly into wakefulness as the combined healing magics from the party restore her health. She groans, not injured but certainly drained and mistreated by the combined force of her recent ordeal and the toll taken on the body by magically accelerated healing. She opens her eyes and stares up in incomprehension, then, suddenly fear.
"You're... you're a halfling?"
She asks the question in bafflement, as if unable to understand the simple reality before her.
Ragnor, in your dwarven form once more you join Corryn and his owl in surveying the glade. As expected, the scene is one of carnage. The very centre of the glade is a mass of boards and other detritus, the remnants of the treehouse now shattered from within. Among the wood and nails you find a combination of crudely fashioned or improvised toys, made to resemble the adventuring gear of a Delver party. A cracked and unstrung bow lies beside a matched pair of wooden daggers still tied into their little scabbard. There is little of value financially, though the toys look well-loved and were clearly prized possessions to the treehouse residents. Scattered among the toys are the remnants of glass, as if a number of alchemical beakers were shattered, as well as candles and other paraphernalia associated with ritualism.
The two smaller trees animated by the vines to add their defense lie broken, the easternmost one torn to pieces by Ragnor's crag cat form and the closer one sundered by a mighty swing of Ella's summoned spiritual weapon. The flames on the latter are sputtering out, and you sense no immediate threat of forest fire, Corryn having drawn the marauding arboreal away from the flammable tree line. This is fortunate, for the District's firefighting service is exclusively composed of whichever volunteers happen to be nearby and capable of throwing a bucket of water. They would not have coped well with a raging, magically ignited and well-fed fire.
Of the party, Fodd looks to be the only one truly hurt, though the doughty lad is on his feet and fully functional. Ragnor, having abandoned his wild-shape form, is hale and hearty as ever.
With the danger thwarted for now, Fodd runs over to kneel by the dazed half-elf. "Fear not, my lady. You are safe now." As he looks at her, a half-remembered name bubbles up in his mind, something half-dreamt as he lay suffocating and dying. "Does anyone know who Ginfor is?"
”Mr Goldweaver, I owe you my life" Fodd says, kneeling as if before some monarch; then he earnestly clutches the gnomes shoulder in a meaty hand. "I fear those were no ordinary trees!"
((Short backdated reply to this)) Corryn, clearly a bit uncomfortable with Fodd's demeanor (although this time not out of inner snark) "Anything but... I hope you are well, you certainly took a beating?"
((potential reply/reaction, then events of Sagron's post; plus: Corryn has been collecting his expended arrows from the battlefield. Action: Search; gain back half of your expended ammunition))
Corryn, who has been collecting his arrows while surveying the glade with Ragnor eventually circles back to the shattered remains of the tree house and collects the dolls and toys, carefully dusting them off a bit and storing them in his backpack. He then joins Horrence, Fodd, and the half-elf.
Ella will have immediately returned to the half-elf once Fodd was dragged back from the brink. With folk crowding around her, and the reaction to Horrence, she’ll murmur, “Hey now, give the girl a little space to breathe. Gently now. You’re alright, you’re safe. No one here means you any harm.”
If she gets the girl’s attention, she’ll take her through the questions. “Can you remember your name?” “Do you know where you are?” and “What’s the last thing you remember?”
The girl looks furtively around the glade, and at all the strange faces staring down at her until Ella shoes them away. Her movements are jerky and twitchy, lingering fear and severe trauma visible to you all even without a medical examination (passive perception).
The last thing? I... I was hiding, in our fort. Sorry. The treehouse. It sounds so stupid and childish to say it out loud to other people, but that's what Xaja named it and Tyf would sulk if we didn't...
She trails off for a moment, overcome with emotion.
I had been hiding in the... the treehouse, for three days. Ever since those fever-eyed maniacs dragged Tyf, Xaja and Rika away. Since they butchered their parents... or should I say Xaja and Tyf's parents. Rika's da' , our father, just stood there letting it all happen. Wouldn't meet her eyes as she pleaded for him, but didn't lift one finger to stop them either.
She pauses again, taking a slow, shuddering breath. You note her fingers are curled into small fists, the black lacquered nails pressing into the flesh hard enough to leave indentations on the pale skin.
I had always been the magically inclined one in our little group, things I learned from my grandmother and what I could kind of figure out on my own. While I was in the treehouse, I could often sense a presence, like a little voice, guiding me or offering me advice. I'd assumed it was some minor sprite or forest spirit, passing the time or just being friendly to a lonely kid.
When I arrived here, those three nights ago, I was so scared. I was frightened half out of my mind. Sitting up there, all alone, no plan, no hope. My friends gone. My father toeing the line. No one to turn to. But the voice, the voice was there. It was stronger, clearer than I'd ever heard it.
It taught me things, little things at first. How to make the scare dolls in the forest, how to ward the treehouse against scrying by the tenement. That kind of thing, you know? Then he said that if I did just a few things, a few little things. Drew a circle, said some words, spilled my blood, he could come and defend me.
Only... only he wasn't some spirit. He was something foul. Something foul and so dark. I felt it coming, when I saw you and thought you were there to take me back, when I completed his ritual and called him out to. I could feel it. Like oil under my skin. Like tar in my stomach, clogging up my throat. I couldn't let it out, I just couldn't. So I kicked one of the ritual candles into my alchemy table and...
She pauses, shuddering with the memory and looking around as if trying to match up her recollection with the devastation on every side.
((Corryn, you successfully retrieve half your quarrels and half of the slightly larger bolts used by Horrence, which you can pass along to him if you like.))
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Ragnor leaves the others to talk to the young girl and searches the area for clues about about happened 6 for Arcana and 9 for Nature (or 10 if Religion is more relevant).
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(Note to DM: I don't think I would actually have used any bolts, my infuse weapon class feature means the crossbow magically creates ammo and doesn't need reloading...)
Backdating a bit to the halfling question: "I am indeed mydear"says Horrence with a calming and gentle smile ,"don't worry, you are safe now. How are you feeling?"
Responding to Ella's request for people to give the girl space, Horrence will gently pat the girl on the shoulder, and take a step back. As he listen's to her story his brow creases and his eyes begin to water. As she finishes he says:
"How... how can anyone be quite so monstrous, to their own flesh and blood. Surely no father could ever do as you describe."
He stares into the middle distance for a moment, as if lost in thought, before jolting back to reality, as though struck by a spark of electricity:
"Wait, you are telling us that someone murdered your friend's parents?!" He turns to Ella "We were right to not trust Shiroq Lumin, if that is even his name, clearly there is something going on in the Leaning far more depraved than even we feared."
Turning back to the girl he says: "My dear, I know you have already suffered much, and you may not trust us, but I promise we are hear to help not just you but the entire district. We are a place of laws, no matter how dire our current lot may be, and whoever is responsible for this barbarism must be brought to justice, or others may also suffer. Please, tell us everything you know about what happened. Who were ... these... bastards? Where did these events transpire?"
Assume she responds she talks Horrence will be listening intensely for any inconsistencies in her story. Insight: 7
Fodd's face is scrunched with concentration, but everyone is talking too fast about things he doesn't understand. When the nice half-elf woman talks about the 'voice' a shiver runs up his spine. He has heard it too. He feels very tired, but also angry. Angry that he needed to be saved from the tree, angry that innocent people seem to be getting killed, angry that the nice half-elf woman is sad and he doesn't know how to fix it. He keeps his mouth closed to avoid asking stupid questions, trusting Mr Goldweaver, Mr Mattiford and Ms Redstone to get to the bottom of things. He occupies himself by patching up the cuts and bruises over his aching body, and trying is best to iron out the dents in his knackered armour: (5 heal from Lay on Hands)
"Everyone, I think it would be best if we moved this to a more comfortable and safe location; Miss ... ?" ((he trails off, prompting the girl to answer; but if she doesn't after a few seconds, he'll go on regardless)) "We should move, I am sure ((name or she)) must be starving..."
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Fodd gasps for air as he is cut free, his face red and sweating, his body heavy with pain and exhaustion, visibly broken by the battle. "Mr Goldweaver?" he rasps, gratefully, "I thought you 'd run?" He cranes his neck around, searching for the girl. "Is she safe? What's happening? Did I slay the tree?"
“Hard to disagree,” Ella croaks to Horrence, dry-mouthed, anxious. But seeing Fodd hurt so badly, she summons up her courage and presses the girl’s wrist into Horrence’s small hand. “Keep an eye on her.”
Hiking her skirts up, Ella dashes into the fray, flinging herself into the ground at Fodd’s side. “You’ve been so brave Fodd. But you’re not done yet.” And she’ll cast Cure Wounds on him at second level for 6. As the healing clears bruises and closes cuts, she’ll pat his shoulder. “Come on. People to save.”
She’s hardly paying attention to the axe but it’ll keep hacking away at whatever threatening vegetation is closest (7 to attack for 10 damage).
Ella, dashing across the glade in a flurry of skirts you arrive to kneel beside Fodd, cleansing his wounds with a potent invocation of your goddesses power. You are so focused on your task that you're almost taken unawares as the lumbering animated tree, burning like a furnace suddenly blots out the sky, raising two branches as thick as your torso up to strike at either you or Corryn.
Driven by your burst of fear, the deadly axe you've conjured forth is suddenly between you. It flashes forward, heedless of the flames and devastating in the momentum built up from its rapid flight. It connects with the tree at the middle and doesn't stop, bisecting the flame-weakened arboreal in a single swing that spends burning splinters flying in every direction.
Ragnor, you're still facing off against the damaged but functional awakened tree to the east. What do you do?
Horrence, the half-elf by your side appears stable for now. Corryn, having liberated Fodd from the vines you now watch the sentient slivers continue sliding past you, almost to the treeline. Fodd, newly invigorated you find yourself supine, with the lingering touch of Ella's healing playing over you and the fleeing vines just at the corner of your eye. What do you each do?
Ragnor opens his jaw widely and attempts to clamp down on the most brittle part of the tree, shattering it once and for all. 16 hit and 10.
After attacking I use my bonus action to end wild shape
His body refreshed and powered by a rush of of embarrassment for such temporary weakness, Fodd surges to his feet, head swinging on pivot, searching for the people that need saving. He sees Ragnor in beast form, clinging to a thrashing tree by his jaws. "Mr Fireforge!" Fodd yelps and thunders towards the malignant vegetable foe, swinging his sword with renewed energy. (If he reaches the tree, 8 to hit for 9 slashing damage)
Horrence looks down at the still unconscious girl and says "Well, I can't carry you, so you'll have to get up I reckon." and he will case Cure Wounds 10 healing.
If they spell begins to wake her he will attempt to help her away from the direction of the tree for his movement.
Meanwhile the arcane turret will again fire off a shot of fire at the tree (DEX ST 12- 6 or half if succeeds) and then roll back up to 15ft to keep out of reach of the tree.
(Assuming fight is now over based on Twitter)
Can I perception check to see if I detect any other signs of movement or danger 7
"Of course not, but as you can see, I'm much better with a crossbow than I am with this," Corryn says, panting and waving his dagger; "not to mention that it would not have helped much against either spider or ... whatever this is ... was." He also looks around for the girl as well as his other companions and tries to ascertain if there is anything he can do before trying to get a better grasp of the state of the clearing, are there still fires? Can we put them out? What remains of the tree house, who might that elf woman be? What was it she said again before all of this happened... "I don't think it is over, though... come, let us see if we can stop the remaining fires and find out what *heavy sigh* foul evil is afoot and caused this."
Corryn's owl has been doing the same and he'll check in with his familiar now and also look around himself; provided he sees that all his comrades are at least well or being taken care off (his own medical knowledge is minimal, so beyond worrying, he couldn't possibly do much for them), he will start to look around to figure out what exactly happened and what led to this whole mess...
In order of mental priority/more systematic than prose:
- Are there still fires that can realistically be put out without third party help?
- Is there a danger of fire expanding to the forest/entire park
- If so, is there a source of water nearby? Is there still some sort of "fire department"
- If there is such a thing as a fire department or someone that should be notified, even if the group tries to douse the fire, Corryn will get a quill and paper from his backpack, scribble a note and send his familiar to that place in the hopes that this works out.
- Does Corryn perceive anyone as particularly wounded and in need of something he can help with?
- Are there any identifiable remains of the tree house?
- Anything about the women that sticks out and wasn't mentioned yet?
- Any items, valuable or not, that survived the explosion of the tree house?
- Any remaining markings/strange glow/anything on the tree?
Owl:
Passive Perception: 13
Perception check: 13
Corryn:
Passive Perception: 15
Passive Investigation: 15
Perception check: 19
Investigation check: 24
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”Mr Goldweaver, I owe you my life" Fodd says, kneeling as if before some monarch; then he earnestly clutches the gnomes shoulder in a meaty hand. "I fear those were no ordinary trees!"
The vines are almost to the safety of the treeline when the husky form of Fodd is among them, the flames of Horrence's turret flashing in around him to singe outliers as hew wades in with great arcs of his vengeful blade. An ear-piercing shriek fills the glade as the last of the possessed vines are literally hacked to pieces, Fodd's heavy footfalls completing the work of his flashing sword. When the sound, which causes you all to cover your ears finally fades, the glade is still once more.
At Fodd's feet lie the remnants of simple vines, albeit ones tinged with a faint and unhealthy black pallor. These seem to decay rapidly, wilting and beginning to rot even before your ears, the cloying smell of dying vegetation floating up to assault your senses.
In Horrence's arms, the teenage half-elf stirs slowly into wakefulness as the combined healing magics from the party restore her health. She groans, not injured but certainly drained and mistreated by the combined force of her recent ordeal and the toll taken on the body by magically accelerated healing. She opens her eyes and stares up in incomprehension, then, suddenly fear.
She asks the question in bafflement, as if unable to understand the simple reality before her.
Ragnor, in your dwarven form once more you join Corryn and his owl in surveying the glade. As expected, the scene is one of carnage. The very centre of the glade is a mass of boards and other detritus, the remnants of the treehouse now shattered from within. Among the wood and nails you find a combination of crudely fashioned or improvised toys, made to resemble the adventuring gear of a Delver party. A cracked and unstrung bow lies beside a matched pair of wooden daggers still tied into their little scabbard. There is little of value financially, though the toys look well-loved and were clearly prized possessions to the treehouse residents. Scattered among the toys are the remnants of glass, as if a number of alchemical beakers were shattered, as well as candles and other paraphernalia associated with ritualism.
The two smaller trees animated by the vines to add their defense lie broken, the easternmost one torn to pieces by Ragnor's crag cat form and the closer one sundered by a mighty swing of Ella's summoned spiritual weapon. The flames on the latter are sputtering out, and you sense no immediate threat of forest fire, Corryn having drawn the marauding arboreal away from the flammable tree line. This is fortunate, for the District's firefighting service is exclusively composed of whichever volunteers happen to be nearby and capable of throwing a bucket of water. They would not have coped well with a raging, magically ignited and well-fed fire.
Of the party, Fodd looks to be the only one truly hurt, though the doughty lad is on his feet and fully functional. Ragnor, having abandoned his wild-shape form, is hale and hearty as ever.
With the danger thwarted for now, Fodd runs over to kneel by the dazed half-elf. "Fear not, my lady. You are safe now." As he looks at her, a half-remembered name bubbles up in his mind, something half-dreamt as he lay suffocating and dying. "Does anyone know who Ginfor is?"
((Short backdated reply to this))
Corryn, clearly a bit uncomfortable with Fodd's demeanor (although this time not out of inner snark) "Anything but... I hope you are well, you certainly took a beating?"
((potential reply/reaction, then events of Sagron's post; plus: Corryn has been collecting his expended arrows from the battlefield. Action: Search; gain back half of your expended ammunition))
Corryn, who has been collecting his arrows while surveying the glade with Ragnor eventually circles back to the shattered remains of the tree house and collects the dolls and toys, carefully dusting them off a bit and storing them in his backpack. He then joins Horrence, Fodd, and the half-elf.
Ella will have immediately returned to the half-elf once Fodd was dragged back from the brink. With folk crowding around her, and the reaction to Horrence, she’ll murmur, “Hey now, give the girl a little space to breathe. Gently now. You’re alright, you’re safe. No one here means you any harm.”
If she gets the girl’s attention, she’ll take her through the questions. “Can you remember your name?” “Do you know where you are?” and “What’s the last thing you remember?”
Ragnor looks toward the more recent arrivals to the area
"So what did you get up to?" He tries to say coolly.
The girl looks furtively around the glade, and at all the strange faces staring down at her until Ella shoes them away. Her movements are jerky and twitchy, lingering fear and severe trauma visible to you all even without a medical examination (passive perception).
She trails off for a moment, overcome with emotion.
She pauses again, taking a slow, shuddering breath. You note her fingers are curled into small fists, the black lacquered nails pressing into the flesh hard enough to leave indentations on the pale skin.
She pauses, shuddering with the memory and looking around as if trying to match up her recollection with the devastation on every side.
((Corryn, you successfully retrieve half your quarrels and half of the slightly larger bolts used by Horrence, which you can pass along to him if you like.))
Ragnor leaves the others to talk to the young girl and searches the area for clues about about happened 6 for Arcana and 9 for Nature (or 10 if Religion is more relevant).
(Note to DM: I don't think I would actually have used any bolts, my infuse weapon class feature means the crossbow magically creates ammo and doesn't need reloading...)
Backdating a bit to the halfling question: "I am indeed my dear" says Horrence with a calming and gentle smile , "don't worry, you are safe now. How are you feeling?"
Responding to Ella's request for people to give the girl space, Horrence will gently pat the girl on the shoulder, and take a step back. As he listen's to her story his brow creases and his eyes begin to water. As she finishes he says:
"How... how can anyone be quite so monstrous, to their own flesh and blood. Surely no father could ever do as you describe."
He stares into the middle distance for a moment, as if lost in thought, before jolting back to reality, as though struck by a spark of electricity:
"Wait, you are telling us that someone murdered your friend's parents?!" He turns to Ella "We were right to not trust Shiroq Lumin, if that is even his name, clearly there is something going on in the Leaning far more depraved than even we feared."
Turning back to the girl he says: "My dear, I know you have already suffered much, and you may not trust us, but I promise we are hear to help not just you but the entire district. We are a place of laws, no matter how dire our current lot may be, and whoever is responsible for this barbarism must be brought to justice, or others may also suffer. Please, tell us everything you know about what happened. Who were ... these... bastards? Where did these events transpire?"
Assume she responds she talks Horrence will be listening intensely for any inconsistencies in her story. Insight: 7
Fodd's face is scrunched with concentration, but everyone is talking too fast about things he doesn't understand. When the nice half-elf woman talks about the 'voice' a shiver runs up his spine. He has heard it too. He feels very tired, but also angry. Angry that he needed to be saved from the tree, angry that innocent people seem to be getting killed, angry that the nice half-elf woman is sad and he doesn't know how to fix it. He keeps his mouth closed to avoid asking stupid questions, trusting Mr Goldweaver, Mr Mattiford and Ms Redstone to get to the bottom of things. He occupies himself by patching up the cuts and bruises over his aching body, and trying is best to iron out the dents in his knackered armour: (5 heal from Lay on Hands)
"Everyone, I think it would be best if we moved this to a more comfortable and safe location; Miss ... ?" ((he trails off, prompting the girl to answer; but if she doesn't after a few seconds, he'll go on regardless)) "We should move, I am sure ((name or she)) must be starving..."