Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Ruarc busies himself collecting dry driftwood and stacking a fire. He laughs at the Tiefling's quip.
"No towels, sorry friend. Sun and wind will dry you. I have food if you need it, and fresh water to brew for tea. Elurín, are there herbs nearby that would be helpful for saltwater in the lungs?"
The huge man continues his work as the shipwrecked crew approaches, his axes hanging at back and belt.
"No towels, sorry friend. Sun and wind will dry you. I have food if you need it, and fresh water to brew for tea. Elurín, are there herbs nearby that would be helpful for saltwater in the lungs?"
The huge man continues his work as the shipwrecked crew approaches, his axes hanging at back and belt.