Maor, Aasimir Favored Soul
Maor nods. "That sounds like a sensible plan".
He walks to his horse, pats it and talks to it softly. Examining its wounds, he speaks a few words in Celestial, blessing the horse with health, and its wounds close. [OOC: he casts CLW on the horse, healing the 4 hp of wounds] He then joins the others in finding a safer camp for the night.
Hearing Turo's words as he returns, he smiles. "The gods are merciful". He quiets for a few seconds, then asks no one in particular. "I've never heard of albino goblins whose bite draws strength and master undead... it was a strange creature. Do you suppose we killed it, or did it escape by turning to mist? I was right there, yet I am not certain."