Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Amil had found two men working on a house as the group made their way to The Bright Rest. One of the men was limping and the angel's heart hurt to see him hobbling about as he worked. Healing the man was second nature to the assimar, but what he was not ready for was the reaction he got. Both men dropped their tools and started fawning over the warlock. Grabbing at the hem of his clothes and thanking him over and over, both coming to tears. Amil fought off the men and rejoined the group as they entered the inn.
GM: Sorry your check was to low to remember anything about Firetrees, although as the group passed through the small town, they heard no crackling of fire, smelled no smoke, and saw no ash or floating debris.
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Amil found himself at the center of attention. It was a minor thing and he was uncomfortable with the thanks for doing something that came naturally to him.
"It is fine, fine, good men, you're doing your part to rebuild the country, this is my contribution. Please, go with Oghma in peace and most of all, quiet. Thank you."
As he extracted himself from the two, he looked around to see how much attention that drew before following others inside.
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