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<blockquote data-quote="Krug" data-source="post: 725477" data-attributes="member: 2141">Bhartus helped out as best as he could with the wounded. &quot;There will be many widows born tonight,&quot; the dwarf said. He shook his head. He was busy with curing the wounded and ensuring those saved from battle did not have their wounds fester. Eventually, those too close to death's door passed into the next live, and those that could be saved returned to their duties. As Bhartus saw the last corpse to leave the makeshift ward, he breathed a sigh of relief. The appreciative Brother Durham approached Bhartus, and said, &quot;You have done well, Bhartus. What can my priesthood do for you?&quot;&quot;Well there is one thing,&quot; said the cleric. &quot;A rod to help us heal would be good. There are more dangers ahead for us,&quot; he said.&quot;It will be done,&quot; said the Brother. The next day Bhartus was awarded the rod; a simple ivory piece around the length of a dagger. Durham hugged the dwarf, and bid him on his way. Bhartus was looking forward to seeing his comrades again. If he was to treat the war wounded he could have stayed at home. He sent 10% of his takings home with a dwarf merchant, warning them that Moradin was watchinig that the monies would be placed with his church.&quot;I miss that D'orite, with his uncouth manners, unholy tongue and armpits that smell like leftover prunes....&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Krug, post: 725477, member: 2141"] Bhartus helped out as best as he could with the wounded. "There will be many widows born tonight," the dwarf said. He shook his head. He was busy with curing the wounded and ensuring those saved from battle did not have their wounds fester. Eventually, those too close to death's door passed into the next live, and those that could be saved returned to their duties. As Bhartus saw the last corpse to leave the makeshift ward, he breathed a sigh of relief. The appreciative Brother Durham approached Bhartus, and said, "You have done well, Bhartus. What can my priesthood do for you?" "Well there is one thing," said the cleric. "A rod to help us heal would be good. There are more dangers ahead for us," he said. "It will be done," said the Brother. The next day Bhartus was awarded the rod; a simple ivory piece around the length of a dagger. Durham hugged the dwarf, and bid him on his way. Bhartus was looking forward to seeing his comrades again. If he was to treat the war wounded he could have stayed at home. He sent 10% of his takings home with a dwarf merchant, warning them that Moradin was watchinig that the monies would be placed with his church. "I miss that D'orite, with his uncouth manners, unholy tongue and armpits that smell like leftover prunes...." [/QUOTE]

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