*Elexia can help the others with some healing magic and a great deal of simple first-aid. The farmers and travelers seem much less hostile after Elexia's help.*
*On their journey, when Eleixa makes her comment, Dragus turns to look at her.*
"They've given me plenty of need, White Mother. Those rats carried off all of my chickens, half my cattle, and two of my dogs. They took my Timothy's leg before we beat them off of him. All I want now is for those dreadful little demonic wretches to die!" he says, pounding his fist into his hand. His anger isn't focused on the group, but rather on the situation.
*On their journey, when Eleixa makes her comment, Dragus turns to look at her.*
"They've given me plenty of need, White Mother. Those rats carried off all of my chickens, half my cattle, and two of my dogs. They took my Timothy's leg before we beat them off of him. All I want now is for those dreadful little demonic wretches to die!" he says, pounding his fist into his hand. His anger isn't focused on the group, but rather on the situation.