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Belaver, his healing magics exhausted, produces his sling and opens fire on the largest skeleton on which he can get a clear shot without being clawed in return.

Belaver, fearing a bloody battle, prepares to use what little curative magics he possesses on any of his companions struck by the assuredly foul weapons of these death cultists. OOC: readied action to cast Cure Light Wounds on anyone who takes a non-trivial hit.

Belaver will have obtained a torch.

"What gods does this cult worship? Repugnant as it may seem, we may be able to reach an accomodation, as we have a common enemy."

"We were herded in here. We were deliberately driven into those gnolls, in the dark. I am not sure if that dragon was even real, or a sorcerous illusion to frighten us into their trap. I admit, though, that I am not eager to test the theory. "Whatever is the case, we must be aware that there...

At the shout and gurgle, Belaver flattens himself against the wall, angling his spear in hopes of deflecting any blows or critters directed his way, and orders Neshi in a hiss to guard him. (OOC: Full defense)

Belaver curses in Druidic as he leaps down the stairs, moving until there is no line of effect between himself and the top of the stairwell.

"No, it's not impossible, but neither is it welcome. I will lay a silver that that cat is the companion of some druid or mage, and has just gone to inform its master of our arrival."

"It couldn't have been." Belaver chokes out as he backs away. He's seen death before, but never like this. "It's a ghoul, so I'd not doubt that it would kill and eat them, but it was mauled by the same thing that murdered the humans. Whatever killed them was larger than a man, and either...

Belaver walks quickly to the bodies, poking and prodding with his spear in an attempt to determine how long they've been dead, and what killed them.

As he walks in the center of the group, Belaver quietly pronounces "I do not like the looks of this place. If someone has gone to the trouble of rebuilding, it means that there are men here who do not mind sharing the place with undead. I do not look forward to meeting such."

"I have never seen one, no. Neither have I ever seen the city of Greyhawk, yet I believe it exists. My grandfather has told me many things, and not one has yet been proven false. When he tells me that dragons are real, and more dangerous than any other beast in the world, I believe him."

"Don't sell the man short. If he said he saw something, he might be right. Better to assume a dragon makes its nest there and be wrong, than assume we don't have to worry about it and stumble right into its jaws."

To Kerwyn "Good luck, and be careful. Very careful." Belaver then hastens to set the wound (Heal +7), and once he is certain that the bone is properly set, applies a small infusion of healing energy to set it on its way to mend (Cure Minor Wounds).

"I don't know his faith. He had no family in Hommlett, so far as I know, so we'll have to bring him to the Kron Hills if he's to get a burial among kin; if that's too far, and we've no means of preserving the body, we can give him rites here."

"I'd be more concerned about eating the flesh of a beast my Neshi has tasted. Her venom can be quite potent, and I've never tried to learn the ways to cook it out."

Belaver whispers to Craven "Men deal with shock differently. Do not judge him harshly; this is the way he tries to be brave."

"No one deserves this, but we do not always receive that which we deserve." OOC: Did he have kin in the Hommlet area, to whom we should return his body?

Belaver draws and plunges his shortspear downwards, hoping to gig the creature; he assumes Neshi will strike on her own. OOC: Neshi doesn't need to make Swim checks, having a Swim speed.

Belaver waits for the Lit bolt, hoping to see a target. If he cannot, he orders Neshi to "heel" and plunges into the water, hoping to lure the frog to strike at him and let his companion, much more at home in the dark pond than he, strike at the beast.