The chwinga walks over to the limp body of Kilmus, hand on it's chin, examining the body. It snaps it's fingers and points up, as if it had an idea. With a dramatic wave of it's hands, it utters a single word that sounds like Chwinga and Chimichanga: "CHWMGCHCMHGN!"

Artistic translucent fluorescent magical leaves appear and fall on Kilmus's wound like a sun ray, and within moments, it heals his wound at a fantastic rate, brining him back up to 1hp. Seeing Kilmus alive, the Chwinga snaps it's fingers as if a job well done, finger gunning Rak.

After that, it makes a gesture that indicates he told you so.

'Violence begets violence.  The circle drives the cycle, the only way out is off, Kilmus.  You know this. Look where it has brought you'

Bloodied and broken, Kilmus' eyes flicker back to life as the voice of his mother echoes around him.  Then he sees his grandmother hovering over him, sees her hands reach out and bind his wounds, as she did when he skinned his knee as a child, watches as her gnarled hands work on his battered form. (Lay on Hands all 5 points - will add tooltip).

'Where is it?  What happened to the giant? ' Kilmus' voice is harsh and scratchy, as if it's still finding it's way back into his mortal form.

Rak, who is quite familiar with what a dead person looks like.. would take a step back as the chicken wing does its magic. "Well I'll be damned." Rak would whisper as the gaping hole in Kilmus's chest closes. "That move was much better than your dancing" The green skinned man would reply with a grin as he nods to the elemental. When Kilmus asks what happend, Rak would say calmly. "I killed the giant. You... managed to keep it from attacking the rest of us. It seems my plan worked perfectly."

Fintan almost drops her short-sword and does a double take before sheathing it and returning to her unfazed attitude. She snaps her fingers and says, ''I knew it was a good idea to befriend the Chwinga!'' before helping Kilmus up into a sitting positions, ''You,ah, alright there comrade? Took quite a nasty punch to the gut. I would know, they were a pouring out everywhere.''. Fintan declared without a note of sensitivity in her voice, wiping her hands off on her pants. ''Though I wouldn't say it was the greatest plan, it was efficient enough.''

Mica's in shambles. Unlike most Kenku, his upbringing involved teaching compassion, and seeing Kilmus get run through was frightening. His headache still persisted, even after he stopped using magic - the pain blurred his eyes, and it made stumbling back to the rest of the group difficult. For some reason, he felt responsible for Kilmus's near death encounter, and strangely, the feeling of standing over a dead body was familiar, but he couldn't recall why. Clutching his head, he makes his way over, and is surprised to find the bouncer alive, and he gives the Chwinga a nod in thanks. Possibly it wasn't worth capturing this creature - they were indebted from its service, and it seems unwise to attempt to capture a creature that clearly had powers greater than his own. "You, ah, alright there comrade?" he mimics, lacing the ground where Kilmus lies with more purple fire, easing the cold of the surface. It's not good to sit in the snow for long. Mica slowly reaches out to poke the head, and promptly jumps when it rolls over once before Mica can grab it. Still, he takes it under his good arm. "Good Mead?" he asks, pointing in the direction of the town - he didn't want to stick around to see if there were any more left in the cave. 

"I think we should finish checking the cave." Rak would reply to Mica. "there could be riches.... or... uhh... other threats we need to protect Good Mead from." he would add. 

 'Everyone is alive and the village is safe.  That's a victory of sorts I suppose'. Kilmus uses his trusty Halberd to lever himself back to his feet, swaying slightly as he does.

'Speaking of the village, perhaps we should head back there and, ummmm, check on things?'  

'Lay down and puke your brains out is what you really mean isn't little brother?  You never could take a hit sissy boy'. This the unwelcome voice of his older brother, who even in a community of pacifiest still managed to bully and terrorize his younger sibling.

"Fine... For all you know there is a whole treasure trove of stolen giant loot in there... just waiting for us to pick it up and you all want to leave it behind." Rak would reply as he crosses his arms and looks back towards the cave "We need to at least bring the blue thing back with us... What do you say.. you.. blue.. elemental healing thing. Do you want to come meet a nice little girl? She thinks you are really... neat." He would ask with a forced smile.

Mica, once again, looks to the Chwinga, new appreciation for its power in mind. He brushes Rak's abruptness aside, elbowing his way forward. He'd needed to talk his way out of situations before - let's see if he can talk someone into one. "Hey, if it's not too much to ask...head back there...Good Mead?" in a jumble of voices, hands in an unthreatening position, repeating the words about the girl who wants to meet the Chwinga. He notably omits the part about studying it. 

Persuasion - 23

 He turns to Rak for a moment. "Later," is the only thing he says. Kilmus needed rest, and his headache was killing him.

Phineas eyes the cave entrance as well. "Mayhaps, a quick peek would do us well. What if something else be in there? Or someone in need?" He gathers his loose arrows, returning them to his quiver and draws his twin short swords. "I wouldn't mind a quick recon."

'You're right - there could be survivors in there - a quick look is a good idea.'  the shepherd turned bouncer turned walking corpse sways ever so slightly, but seems to rally a bit at the thought of others who might need help.

Hearing all the affirmation that he needed -- as he'd pretty much already decided he would take a peek, Phineas attempts to move stealthily toward the entrance the giant used. As he draws near, he looks about for any "homemade" traps and such. 

Stealth: 24

Investigation: 20

"Yeah! That's the spirit Phineas! You might even find something to write in your book about!" Rak would replay as he prepares to go back into the cave along side the halfling. The Gith would give the halfling a pat on the shoulder, granting him guidance in looking for anything of value or threats.

Guidance roll, if needed: 2

Fintan stayed close enough to the Paladin that she would be nearby if needed for a brace. Kilmus's face was turning a ghastly white and she quite frankly thought he'd puke any moment. ''Easy there big guy. We don't need a reenactment of your guts coming out, metaphorically speaking of course. Do you got a waterskin on you?'' She would question, before taking out a rag to wipe the blood off of her sword. Fintan sheathed it before glancing about the clearing, raising a hand to her face to eye the sky. ''After this, perhaps we shall head back soon. It is slowly a darkening in these wilds. And we shall have to see if this kind Chwinga will come with us. Perhaps you should thank it for saving your life.''

'It saved me?  I assumed... I didn't....'  dropping to a knee in front of the fey-kin, Kilmus grounds his Halberd and ducks his head.  'Thank you for your kindness, I am in your debt.  Tell me, how can I repay you, how can I be of service?' 

Phineas/Rak: You can see no traps of any kind. The cave is quiet, and you can see the light from a campfire through the right tunnel.

The Chwinga bows to you when you lower your head. It dances around, thankful you are alive - and your get the feeling by it's motions and reactions that you owe it nothing. It's just happy to be here, and happy you're alive.

Phineas looks to Rak, holding a finger to his lips in the universal sign of "Be very, very quiet...we're hunting wabbits." He then proceeds into the cave, swords at ready. Darting from shadow to shadow, rock to rock, he enters the room and makes a quick circuit. He looks about the cave for any other occupants or, in general, any items of interest.

Perception: 15

Persuasion: 16

Fintan adds her own little curtsy to the Chwinga before asking, ''I don't suppose it would be too much to ask you to accompany me and my comrades into town? Whenever that is, seeing as two of them have scurried off into that cave for investigating. You could help a great deal of people. Hopefully the way, seeing as we followed tracks here, are not covered over by then. Thank you for helping our friend.''

Rak would remain silent while occasionally muttering small prayers of guidance under his breath and keeping an arm on the halfling.