Crawling in the damp grass, Kaela assists Aislinn to Valurel. Her hands glowing with an almost imperceptible green luminescence, Aislinn closes her eyes and grasps the Erunsil by his shoulders. Instantly the blood stops flowing and the horrible wounds on Valurel's arm and chest begin to knit. Slowly Valurel opens his eyes, his first view that of the young Dorn woman staring blankly into his own with her dead, white eyes. OOC: Valurel heals 13 points of damage.
On the hillside, the female wolf stands up at Starhl's words and paces back and forth panting slightly, her keen gaze not leaving the big woodsman. Sitting back down on her haunches near her dead pups, she continues to survey the group, unwilling to let anyone come near her, Starhl included.
Fallax continues to stare up at the giant-man, eyeing him with suspicion. With no obvious attack coming, Fallax seems to regain some of his bravado back. Your size is not natural. Whether for good or ill, you will be a lightning rod for the Shadow. Our doom you may be. He adds with a snarl.
Herger inspects the dead goblins and worgs. No distinguishing marks can be found on the Heroes dead foes, although Herger knows that worgs are often employed by the Shadow's forces to track down escaped slaves. And on the open plains of the north, escape was a false hope.