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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 4524818" data-attributes="member: 17691">Dj'hân looks up uncertainly at the looming mass of the kneeling half-orc as tears begin streaming down his grime-covered cherubic face. In vain, the boy tries to stifle his crying while setting his mouth in a small hard line. Without a word, Dj'hân simply nods his head gratefully and offers up the ends of the knot that he's trying to tie in Yargin's sash.Sliding down off on the man's back, the urchin wipes his eyes with the palms of his hands. Blinking back the tears, Dj'hân seems to notice how badly injured his giant companion is. "You're bleeding..." The sight of the glistening blood seeping through Thorson's trousers reminds the young halfling of something he'd once possessed. Did he still have it? Could it help the half-orc? Taking the red cap off his disheveled head, Dj'hân begins rummaging through its haphazardly collected contents in search of something. Elated at having found what he's searching for, the beaming guttersnipe pulls out a fist-sized stoppered vial, rises up on tiptoes and offers it to Thorson at arms length. "Here Mr. Giant. It's medicine. It'll make you feel better."OOC: Seeing as there's no immediate threat, are we out of combat rounds?</blockquote>