Alarion: Hp 53/53 (65), constitution 11/14
"Thank you once more, good Brae, for Holy Meda's blessing." Alarion's wounds heal, and he recovers most of his former vitality. He cleanses his blade of the greenish-black troll blood before resheathing it, then nods sagely at Raoul's words. "Your open-hand attacks tenderized our foes most effectively, my good friend. Alas, it was the lady Amalthea's cooking that did not do them justice." He offers a courtly bow to Thea, mostly to hide a huge grin.
He then turns serious. "The brigands ahead must have heard this skirmish. We should move onwards quickly."
"Thank you once more, good Brae, for Holy Meda's blessing." Alarion's wounds heal, and he recovers most of his former vitality. He cleanses his blade of the greenish-black troll blood before resheathing it, then nods sagely at Raoul's words. "Your open-hand attacks tenderized our foes most effectively, my good friend. Alas, it was the lady Amalthea's cooking that did not do them justice." He offers a courtly bow to Thea, mostly to hide a huge grin.
He then turns serious. "The brigands ahead must have heard this skirmish. We should move onwards quickly."