HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
"A cold drink would come in more handy," the last member of the party says panting up to the rest of the group afoot. "And not water! I've had enough water to fill an ocean. Let's hope the ale at this 'Camp' is good."
The man in the full armor looks to be sweltering. His brown hair is matted to his face. A his untrimmed, uncombed beard, drips sweat down onto the front of his armor.
"By the gods it is hot! And none of you with a spell to help with this damned heat. I think it will kill us before any undead Vipe. And us without so much as giving it a fight."
He chuckles at some jest then let's the others in on it. "We can say the first casualty was my horse! HA!"
The man in the full armor looks to be sweltering. His brown hair is matted to his face. A his untrimmed, uncombed beard, drips sweat down onto the front of his armor.
"By the gods it is hot! And none of you with a spell to help with this damned heat. I think it will kill us before any undead Vipe. And us without so much as giving it a fight."
He chuckles at some jest then let's the others in on it. "We can say the first casualty was my horse! HA!"