Virashil, Sorcerer 6, Hp: 25/25
After arising in the morning, Virashil felt an expansion of her connection with her draconic sire. For months, she had been trying to harness the mystical wards that would protect her against the various energies to no avail, but this morning, she had an epiphany that showed her the error of her ways, she felt confident that she would be able to do so when needed.
"Jorr, please do your best to relay all of the information we've given to you about the impending horde of goblins -- they need to start the preparations now if they are going to survive. Their best bet may be to evacuate the town.... Which is something I'm certain they will be loathe to do."
She finishes packing her gear, takes off the dressings of her wounds and notices that they are all gone.
"Kirrg, I must thank you for your careful ministrations last night -- I feel like a new elf this morning, I think I could almost stomach to see you without armor again." She laughs at the last comment.
"What will this day hold for us?" Virashil says aloud, to no one in particular.
"Let us set out as soon as we can, the odor in this place is destroying my nostrils."