Kulan: Knightfall's Crisis in Bluffside Game [IC]

[Knightfall]

Spritewing dips a knee and wings toward the crone responding in Dwarven, the only language he can actually speak.
"I would never dream of an idea about a concept of you poisoning me, Auntie."
Still, he doesn't immediately take the fruit, rushing through information.
"My rider is fighting with The Exemplars, there is a cult under the Gate of Scales playing with dangerous magics. We went on a rescue mission and they reacted by bringing in the monsters, first an elemental, then augmented humans and most recent being powerful undead. I'm looking for support! And you were the closest. Will you come?"
Only then he takes the apple.

Munching it quickly he feels his many wounds close.
"Thank you, a very nourishing apple."

OOC: If he heard what is going below then adds "A vampire cleric"

Spoiler: Actions

Cure Critical: 4D8+15 = [2, 2, 4, 6]+15 = 29 - not the greatest effect, but still

The woman raises an eyebrow when Spritewing replies in Dwarven, yet she doesn't react as if she doesn't understand the dungeonbred pegasus. She waits until he eats the apple and then replies in fluent Dwarven.

"I have heard of these heroes and that there have been problems at that gate. However, it seems the city's officials have been understating the dangers that exist below it."

Spritewing notes that her demeanour changes as she moves back to where she was sitting and picks up a small bag off the ground. She makes a whistling sound and the gathered animals move away to other parts of the park. She straps the bag to her wide belt and moves back to Spritewing with more speed if not strength. He notes that she is barely over four and half feet tall.

She mumbles an arcane phrase just before she reaches Spritewing. She casts a spell on herself and then taps her cane on the ground. "Well, we should be going. You allies will need healing, I think. While I'm not a fighter, I can heal those who are fighting these evil things."

She taps her cane on Spritewing's saddle as a signal that she wishes to get on and needs him to lie down so she can climb on. The dungeonbred pegasus barely feels the woman get on his back. She is so slight.

She senses his hesitancy and wraps her hands around his neck gently. "I will be okay, as long as you don't do any sudden dives. I grew up riding horses."

OOC: She casts cat's grace on herself.