The forested road is, mercifully, free of any other beasts leaping out to try munching on the four travelers. Or so it seems…
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Shavallah pours the healing drink down the bloody man’s throat. He coughs and sputters as it closes the worst of his wounds and he slowly opens his eyes back up. A hoarse scream blasts out of his mouth as he sees the furry purple face of Shavallah and the hadozee over him. He scrambles backwards, wincing as his wounds open slightly again, oozing a trickle of blood. The poor man pants as he realizes you aren’t chasing him, aren’t threatening him, and the seriousness of his remaining wounds. After a few seconds of stunned silence from him, interrupted only by his heavy breathing, he finally manages, “Wha-? Who-? What are you? What do you want? You come back to finish me off?”
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Sorry, HM, but taking 10 on Listen and Spot won’t work if I call for an opposed roll. And for the group on the road, sorry about the boredom, but I don’t think y’all could take another big critter popping out right now… But I’ll try to accelerate your walk a bit.
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