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Message: <blockquote data-quote="taitzu52" data-source="post: 2425102" data-attributes="member: 21465">"Good show, gentlemen!  Good show." Neville says, as he plants the butt of his crossbow on the ground and leans on it's sturdy grip.  He is holding his arm across his front, trying to stop the bleeding, as Henry, his hound is licking his hand in a sign of reassurance.  "Now," he says, "who is skilled in the healing arts?" he says, stating the obvious.  The old man is looking quite pale at this point."Thank you both, Taran and Azeral.  Now that we know what we've got, let's salvage it and find a safer place to rest, it that exists in this hell."  He looks around at the injured group, "Perhaps our healer could quickly patch us up and we'll be on our way.  Worry about the stronger ills once we're off our feet."  He quickly scans the horizon, hoping dearly to spot some sign of refuge.</blockquote>