"My brother is a good tracker, so I am sure we can find our own way back to the lair if needs be." Asmund says, hoping to lighten the halfling's sense of responsibility.
"As for your wounds, I may be able to help with them." Asmund's eyes glaze for a moment.
Grandfather, I would like to heal this one.
Of course, my boy. He has given his best for this town, and we now give him some small repayment.
And then he can take us back to the lair. Do not use too much magic on this halfling, though. All he needs to be able to do is walk, and you would better spend your spells on keeping your companions in the fights to come. Einar adds quickly.
Shaking himself out of his trance, Asmund lays his hand on the halfling's arm, and quickly channels the curative power his grandfather frees from his spell pool.
(Spontaneously casting cure light wounds on the halfling, dropping one of my prepared weapon bless spells to do so.)
