With a sudden lurch, Wesellu realizes that the combat is over. For a moment longer he anxiously watches the water, before calling his familiar to his shoulder.
Moving slowly along the dam, Wesellu murmurs the words to a Detect Magic as the others bind their wounds. Searching through the fallen fishmen's belongings he smiles as he goes.
"They shouldn't have tried to stop us Fevulnari. They shouldn't have tried to stop us at all. We will not lose the Door!" His sudden ferocity fades back away as he pauses to examine a bauble.
Absently, over his shoulder, he inquires, "How did our boats fare? And how soon could we possibly be underway again?"
Moving slowly along the dam, Wesellu murmurs the words to a Detect Magic as the others bind their wounds. Searching through the fallen fishmen's belongings he smiles as he goes.
"They shouldn't have tried to stop us Fevulnari. They shouldn't have tried to stop us at all. We will not lose the Door!" His sudden ferocity fades back away as he pauses to examine a bauble.
Absently, over his shoulder, he inquires, "How did our boats fare? And how soon could we possibly be underway again?"