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Kraygan turns purple at Wren's words, his grip throttling the handle of his axe. As the elf walks aways he turns to go over the half-orc's gear, but continues to grumble loudly.
"Yer lucky I don't have a 10' pole, cause I'd introduce it to yer arse! Oh.. nice belt."
Before heading into the next room he checks the bloody gash the troll gave him, then looks to his cousins and notices most of them also bear wounds. "Hoff, ye got any more healing prayers? If not, someone should probably take that potion."
Unless someone else is able to check out the magic belt I'm willing to throw it on and experiment.