Halál scratches at his shoulder, his avian features twisted in irritation. Well, don't I give credence to the phrase 'bird-brained,' letting those overgrown mosquitoes get the drop on me!
He takes a moment to compose himself before turning to answer Firvin. "Not OK, exactly, but it's nothing a couple of days of recuperation won't fix, I think. Thanks for asking." His gaze sweeps the others. "Anyone else take any harm?"
He looks thoughtful when the bard speaks of warning the townsfolk. "I agree. Not only might it gain us some goodwill, but I'd also be unable to face myself if I let the townsfolk - not able to defend themselves as we are - go about unwarned."