Patryn of Elvenshae
First Post
Jonath Cailan:
Jonath rolls his shoulder around several times. "Sore, but nothin' life-threatenin'." He slides a hand along his collarbone, under the boiled leather of his armor, feeling for more significant damage. Apart from a little blood where the beast's teeth penetrated a gap in his armor and pricked his skin, his arm seems fine. "I think I'll want to wash this out - no tellin' what was in that thing's spit - and I'm thinkin' I'll have a wicked bruise come mornin', but I am good to go on. Asides, I did get that healin' draft from the wizard, should I need it."
He kicks the expired *thing.* "Damn ugly brute. Now where's that rod you were carryin'?"
Jonath rolls his shoulder around several times. "Sore, but nothin' life-threatenin'." He slides a hand along his collarbone, under the boiled leather of his armor, feeling for more significant damage. Apart from a little blood where the beast's teeth penetrated a gap in his armor and pricked his skin, his arm seems fine. "I think I'll want to wash this out - no tellin' what was in that thing's spit - and I'm thinkin' I'll have a wicked bruise come mornin', but I am good to go on. Asides, I did get that healin' draft from the wizard, should I need it."
He kicks the expired *thing.* "Damn ugly brute. Now where's that rod you were carryin'?"