OoC:Can't find my notebook with the wounds you folks may have suffered. I can dig back, but please list HPs down for your characters, thanks.
IC
The Monk smiles, waving her hand 'Nay,good Sir. We have Healing reserves, and,truth-be-known, you look as if perhaps you could do with some aid in that department.'
Gunter moves back into the last chamber and returns with a backpack that seems to contain various food,waterskins as well as knives and a quiver of bolts. He pulls out a small ceder box and handsit to Tara, silent all the while.
Opening the box, Tara displays several small containers looking like an actor's cosmetics tin.'Healing Salves that we keep here for...emergencies.If any among you are injured, speak up and we shall see what we can do.The chamber beyond where we stand is a training room.There is a short platform and a flight of stairs leading down into an area perhaps 40 by 80 feet.That is where these Ferals are.I must impress,however,we mean to rid our Sanctified Monestary of this Foulness, though I doubt that we will live out the day...'
OoC: This would be where anyone hurt should speak up. We can assume 3 or 4 rounds to heal folks, the Monk has 8 uses of a 1D8 topical Healing Salve.
After a minute or so...
The drums in the background build to a crescendo and then a sudden shriek sounds,followed by howls and snarling from beyond the door leading deeper down...