Re: Chapter 1: Like sheep to the slaughter
Muirryl nodded, not sure if anyone would have had insight.
"You," he said, gesturing towards Turg. "Did the young harper do enough? Do you need any more healing?"
He also turned to Larissa. "I saw you down at least once. Do you need healing?"
Looking over the pack, he pulled out rope, the 10 pitons, and the 10 rations. He sniffed at them, unsure whether they would be good for anyone to eat, but they smelled alright.
"Never enough rope. And these pitons could shut a door, if we need to trap him in a room. Also, we should take a little more food, just in case. This may be slower going than we planned."
He brought a sealed waxen packet to each person to put in their pack.
Pausing in front of the Echo, he added quietly. "You're our best healer. Not sure where you learned the talent, but we need you strong and safe. Things are bound to be more ugly." This close, you could see the heavy whiskers beginning to sprout from his chin, like newfallen snow on a slate-grey field. During the meeting he had been the picture of a clean-shaven grey dwarf. If his beard grew that fast, he would have to shave frequently.
If either of you need healing, Muirryl will lay on hands. He has 5 hp he can share around, and then that's done for the day. Let me know how much you take. If you partake of the healing, you find that it is uncomfortable, like the pins and needles that come when a limb is woken up after falling asleep. It also tends to heal with thin, silver scarring, rather than unblemished flesh.
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