At the touch of Torrent's wand, Alric suddenly arches his back, gasps as he takes in an explosive lung-full of air and looks around with a wild look in his eyes.
"Thank ngh... you..." Alric says to Torrent hesitantly, wincing equally from the pain of his burned skin and his broken pride.
Slowly, Alric pulls himself to the his feet and listens for a moment for the din of battle. When he hears none, he sheaths his sword and shambles over to the brutally carved inquisitor. Standing over the feral dressed abomination he allows spittle to accumulate in his mouth and then violently launches it onto the corpse with a sneer on his face.
Alric then walks back into Haddin's house, sits at the dinner table and looks levelly at Haddin. "Do you have ngh... liquor?"