Trouvere
Explorer
Gildrim lurches to a halt next to the lizardfolk, breathing hard. His knuckles show white on the haft of his morning star. "Dead, both dead," he gasps. He takes a few deep breaths. "Baith deid. Thaur wis a trowe skelet - kaegro screruq, vur kaldaka."
The need to concentrate on the difficult tongue helps to calm him. "Ghik renthisj okarthel haurach malsvir. Loreat mrith sveargith, shar si osvith. Arothivaldaka krikvlic vethihoinp."
Gildrim chants over his wounds. "Weel, at least that wirks, if nocht ense daes." He casts a hasty look over his shoulder at the house. "Yth gethrisj, yth gethrisj."
OOC: HP 14/24, 1/0 spells left
The need to concentrate on the difficult tongue helps to calm him. "Ghik renthisj okarthel haurach malsvir. Loreat mrith sveargith, shar si osvith. Arothivaldaka krikvlic vethihoinp."
Gildrim chants over his wounds. "Weel, at least that wirks, if nocht ense daes." He casts a hasty look over his shoulder at the house. "Yth gethrisj, yth gethrisj."
OOC: HP 14/24, 1/0 spells left