Weel Naxel, human cleric
Weel stands dumbfounded in the wake of the battle. His crossbow hangs in one hand as he watches the others do their work, searching and eventually gutting the creatures. It's some time before he can bring himself to speak.
"I ... If we're sure that's the last of these ... things, maybe we should camp," he says. "Phyrah be praised I had the power to stave off one death, but until I can beg more boons of my lady in the morning, I'm not going to be much use. And I can't imagine it would hurt Karl to get some rest, either."
Weel stands dumbfounded in the wake of the battle. His crossbow hangs in one hand as he watches the others do their work, searching and eventually gutting the creatures. It's some time before he can bring himself to speak.
"I ... If we're sure that's the last of these ... things, maybe we should camp," he says. "Phyrah be praised I had the power to stave off one death, but until I can beg more boons of my lady in the morning, I'm not going to be much use. And I can't imagine it would hurt Karl to get some rest, either."