GM Kiora's Wrath of the Righteous

Game Master Kiora Atua

"I, uh... Gods, I do. You have no idea." Ary says as she wraps him in a hug, and then quickly relinquishes her grip. "My father had one of these... believe it or not. He always said there were a lot of things you could do in an hour. He forced my sister and I to take baths every day. I used to hate baths. I always wondered why he didn't just let us use his ring like he did." she says, looking distant for a moment. "Or why he so often chose to take a bath when he didn't need to. After the hot springs, I understand... and I can definitely understand why he made me take so many baths." she smiles, "I missed them when I was a runaway. It's no replacement for a hot bath... but... it means a lot to me." she says as she takes it, and without thinking slides it onto her ring finger.

Later

"I, ah..." Ary laughs. "You know, I made the exact same mistake. Trust me, I wouldn't lead you on like that. It's... ah. He's a really, really good friend. Who I apparently met only a week ago. We've saved each other's lives a few times!" she grins, as she fights the tension bubbling up in her stomach. "Also! Those scrolls you made for him were amazing. He used one yesterday, and the guy never knew what hit him. Literally." Ary beams.

"Trust me. You're way closer to his league than I am." she grins. "You at least have something in common besides nearly dying over and over."

Aitha turns a scarlet shade of red. "Oh. Oh. Okay." Her eyes dart from Ary, to Markus, to Ary. She is not as collected as she was with Markus yesterday, but given the situation, it is not hard for her to imagine why.

"So! You look... nice this morning! Err.. noon!" she offers to him, awkwardly.

At Ary's comment at her being in his league, she turns an even darker shade of red. Compared to Ary and Markus, her clothes are exceptionally plain.

The next morning, Isilme meditates to regain her spells and then heads to the vendors. Once there she cashes in some of the gems (100gp worth) and purchases a simple explorer's outfit in grey. Then she tries to see if she can talk to the alchemist whether he has any Truecolor Dye available. Assuming it is, 'cause it's only 50gp. Returning to her room, and working carefully, she applies the dye to her hair, using prestidigitation to ensure the dye doesn't end up anywhere she doesn't intend it to. When she finishes, she changes into her new outfit and folds up Li'an's old outfit, leaving it in her room.

Afterwards she heads out to find Valaria and Ary to talk to them before joining the others.

Feel free to read whatever, just making it take up less space :)

When everyone gathers, Isilme bows slightly before them. She's dressed in a dark grey tunic and breeches with a pair of durable dark brown boots. Her hair now gleams like gold, matching the color of her eyes almost perfectly. "I dreamt of Li'an last night... She said she missed you all, and was sorry she wouldn't be able to rejoin you. Also, I took to heart what Anevia and Valaria told me last night. I know it is not much, but I hope you will all feel more at ease now."

Ehren's night is long and restless. When he eventually finds his way to the relative privacy of his own room, he spends the bulk of his time just lying on his back and staring at the ceiling, while contemplating their task. For the briefest instant, he entertains the idea of simply turning into a bird and flying away. With three or four hours of flight, it would be all too easy to leave the city. And Irabeth had already given him permission to leave, more or less. Perhaps it would take a few days, but he could find his way back to his enclave eventually. Never had he been so disgusted with himself. He never knew he could be so craven, even on the darkest of days.

Only hours later, as sheer fatigue starts to take him, do his thoughts start to feel truly lucid. He squeezes his hands into fists. I will do what must be done. I will sooner see it shatter than let that traitor Vorlesh put her hands on it. With that resolution firmly in mind, Ehren is finally able to fall asleep.

The next morning, he wakes up feeling better than ever. Doubt inevitably seeps into his thoughts immediately, but he pushes it aside as he enters his meditative state. Once again he contemplates the will of the Green. How it had apparently pushed for Isilme to be reborn rather than Li'an. How it had fought harder than any of them to resist the corruption of the Abyss. He remembers that terrible pain he felt - pain that could make the earth scream in agony - and the chance that poison could spread through the ley. Everything would die, and the Worldwound would spread. When he put it into that kind of perspective, it made what they had to do seem easier. He might have chuckled a little then.

After an hour he leaves his room, feeling as strong as he thought he had to be. Perhaps it is ironic then, that Quednys pulls him aside. He listens to the man intently while staring down at the rod, his thoughts once again in turmoil. He could do something really stupid. He could smash the rod, discharge it on something useless, doom the entire city. When he mentions handing it off to Markus instead however, Ehren's resolve returns, and he practically shouts at the man.

"No! No... I mean... I'll do it. You're right, the menhir is important to me, but this..." He glances around at the other people in the tavern, at his friends. "...this is more important to me right now. I will make it my responsibility."

Ary slips out of line, slightly embarassed, and feeling terrible for having put the poor girl through that. She realizes too late that she'd had the opportunity to suggest, jokingly, that Sunshine and she would have a lot in common if it came down to cutting into their own legs... though that'd have been awkward, too. Perhaps face-thwacking with Rocky? No, no. Too late.

She noticed after a moment, that she was idly twisting the ring on her hand, as she lost herself in thought. Looking down at it, she starts to take it off to change the finger, but then, sucking on her cheek, she leaves it where it is.

"I... thanks, Wen'Fen." Ary says after a minor delay. "She... didn't. It was a lot of things. Embarassing things, I guess, you'd say." she says, turning the ring once more; she seemed to have a lot of nervous habits. "She was all blushes and giddiness while she wrote... and I was kind of wondering if she was writing to someone. Cause... I-" she stops speaking for a moment, and stops turning the ring. "I'm learning Celestial, slowly, to try to become more worthy." she says, after a moment; it was odd how easy it was to slip into old routines, even with the now less Fen'Wen'd Wen'Fen. Especially how this person was somehow equal part strangers and best friend to an alarming degree that somehow disarmed her.

"I... ah... appreciate the changes." she nods.

Markus places a hand on his face and leaves it there for a few moments. "This is why I never see anyone." he mumbles, quietly to himself. He looks at Ary, gives her the biggest smile that she's seen him give (a fake one, of course, but to attempt to turn the tone back to being cheerful) and then turns to Aitha. "So I'm probably about to go die," he says. "Aaand I'm not entirely sure I'll get to tell you why it's a terrible time to pine over me, because we don't exactly have a lot of time to drink coffee and eat eggs and sausage."

"Thank you for the scrolls. I'll try to use them well. I just wanted to tell you to be safe, and to get out of Kenabres and far, far away from Mendev if we fail. You might be able to live to the end of a natural life if you get as far as Osirion or Katapesh."

Val is wandering the common area when Isilme finds her and she makes no complaint as the celestial takes her aside. She knows exactly what dreams are capable, and she listens with rapt interest as she describes her dreams to her. She blushes so dark that her skin looks purple as Isilme presses her lips against her cheek. "Yes. I know what it means," she whispers. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she gently takes the journal and the dress. She holds them both close to her chest, a silent sob wracking her body.

She can't manage to say anything else through her tears. Clutching the items like a life preserver, she disappears back upstairs to their shared room. She falls heavily on her bed, letting the tears flow freely. She collects herself enough to open Li'an's journal, paging through each entry. By the end, her tears are running down her face again. "Good-bye Li'an. I loved you too. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She's missing for a good ten minutes before she reappears, having tucked the dress and journal safely away beneath her bed. "You look different," Val tells Isilme simply, though from her tone it's clearly a compliment.

"Or... you could close up shop for a few minutes, disappointing many, and go on the first of many, many dates. We can spare twenty minutes while the rest of us run around like all manner of flightless bird." Ary adds in with a grin, feeling better after Isilme's confession.

"Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to." she smiles to Markus. "That way you can say hello on more familiar times when we come back."

Gloomy breakes out the old "It's not you! Really! It's the interplanar conspiracy to eliminate all existence! You'll be happier far away from me." line.

"It's not clear in her journal, but in the back of the journal she wrote a short story about the children of the first crusades, I guess the people of Neathholm. She dedicated that to her father and I. So now you know who she was writing to. I suspect if she'd had time, she'd have written something for you too." Isilme smiles at Ary, and for the first time in a while it's unburdened. "Celestial is a wonderful language. If you'd like I can teach you how to speak as the Elysians do, although I suspect you prefer the more ordered form of the celestial spoken in heaven." On a lark, she says "If you're writing any poems or stories in celestial, I would be honored if you would let me read them."

When Val returns and compliments her, Isilme smiles back at her, feeling somewhat relieved that she'd been able to grant her some small measure of peace.

And once more, Ary's cheeks flush. "I... no. No you may not." she says quickly, though not scathingly, but rather with the level-headedness one would expect from asking a teenage girl to read her diary and poetry. Because she is in fact a teenage girl with a book full of poetry and more of her innermost thoughts.

Ehren walks away from Quednys with the mission-vital rod of cancellation, tapping it against his left palm like a moron before abruptly stowing it on his belt. He could not decide on whether it was ironic or inevitable that the tool of the wardstone's destruction had been entrusted to him, but the die had been cast. Whatever happened, he would see things through to the end.

Distracted as he is, he almost does not recognize Isilme when she appears before everyone. Only with her appearance changed does he realize how odd it had been before to stand in her presence. He had been so fixated on his hand in bringing her here, on failing the others, that he had not fully comprehended the pain his friends were going through. That she had been a walking reminder of Li'an. She is not a mistake... and she is not my responsibility. He simply smiles sincerely and bows his own head to her.

Aitha glances at Markus with some surprise, before becoming indignant. "Hey, I am not pining after you! I sold you those scrolls full-price!" But she quickly cools off. "And as for dying... that's basically the lot of everyone here, y'know? I was listening to that knight's speech too. But if you don't have time to sit and talk, I get it. But when you do, you owe me coffee and sausage and eggs! I mean it!"

If you posted any purchases in discussion, please repeat them in gameplay so that I don't miss them (and so that I know your decision is final)

Otherwise, once all six of you say you're ready to march on the Grey Garrison, we will.

Isilme laughs at Ary's reaction to her request, though not in a mocking fashion. "I'm sorry, I should have known. If you ever do have something that you'd be willing to share, the offer stands," she says with a smile.

After a moment, she continues in a whisper. "I suppose it's for the best that I have to actually read books to know what's in them now. I probably wouldn't have been able to resist the temptation to peek before," she says with a mischievous grin. Quickly holding her hands up before Ary can react, she adds "But don't worry! I, Wen'Fen, promise not to ever peek at your writings."

Waiting there with the others, Isilme finishes checking her gear. Satisfied, she lets the others know she's good to go when they are.

Edit: To summarize Isilme's purachases: She converted 100gp of gems to gold, then used 60gp of that to purchase dye and a new explorer's outfit, leaving her with 4pp cash.

Post eated, noooo! Ary will buy a ten gp cloak, not nearly as good as the other, but significantly better than her old one. She will also spend money on six cure light wounds potions, and possibly buy more potions, making sure to give one to each of the party. For a total of 31 pp.

Ary, still embarrassed by the situation, takes advantage of her need to prepare to excuse herself quickly from the situation. "I... ah... I need to go finish buying things." She seemed a bit unusually perky today...

She slips off to go find the local alchemists to buy some potions.

"Um. I'm sure you're getting a lot of this right now... But I was kinda curious if you had a few potions for my companions and I. I'd like something cheap that I can just hand out to each of them in order to help keep them safe. I'm also looking for anything to help us move quickly or sneak better that you might have." She says, chewing her lip.

Ideal potions include cure light wounds, blend, vanish, feather step, longstrider, or expeditious retreat. Are there any other suggestions for potions Ary might want for the group that are cheap?

Val takes another 100 gp from the chest and heads to find some more general supplies. She talks to a few merchants and manages to track down a set of finely crafted lock picks, just in case, and a bandoleer with a number of small pouches that she can store her potions and tools in. She packs her potions into the pouches along with her tools and straps as many knives as possible to it so they're in easy reach. Satisfied that she's as ready as she's ever going to be, she gives her gear one last check and heads back to the group.

100 gp from the chest for Masterwork Thieves' Tools and 20 gp from my personal purse to buy an Adventure's Sash. That's everything I'm going to need for a long time.

Markus frowns. "Perhaps you're right. My point still stands - I'm leaving, and I might not come back." He thinks for a moment. "But if I do, I'm sure a meal and a conversation would be a nice break from the constant violence."

He then turns and heads back to the group, satisfied that he has everything he might be able to plan ahead for. He has his spells for most situations, and those... don't need anything.

Well, except the onyxes. He still needs those, for...reasons.

Markus is ready for the grinder.

180gp of gems left and 40 gp for 220gp total. Masterwork buckler is 155, masterwork thieves' tools are 100, for 255gp cost. Selling the old tools is -15gp on the cost for 240gp, meaning I'll need to take an extra 20gp out of the general pot. To stay under budget weight-wise I'll leave behind the sap, dagger and 2 sunrods. Someone is welcome to take them if they want. Val maybe?

If not Val, then Ary. You know the drill. :)

Actually, I should sell back my old tools too, so that's 15 gp back. I'm happy for MOAR KNIVES, but someone without darkvision will probably benefit more from the sunrods. Maybe Hrut or Ary. I can hang on to the sap, but I'm likely not to use it much.

Ehren has 204.15 gp of personal wealth.

If you go for a darkwood light shield it's 2 gold cheaper and functionally identical in every way ;)

Unfortunately, a darkwood buckler is a darkwood light shield... and the problem with light shields is that you cannot cast using a hand wielding one. And the problem with bucklers, is that they can't be made of darkwood. :P

That's kind of unfortunate.

I've always found that ruling odd, because it makes the buckler mechanically worse (you lose the AC bonus while casting). But whatever works. :P

The buckler only loses it if you use that hand, so it benefits from the same trick. The only time it really comes into play is if you're attacking with a weapon in the same round that you're casting, e.g. a magus doing spell combat. There's a ruling from James Jacobs that says basically the same thing, but having trouble finding the post 'cause all the links to it are dead. In the end it's whatever Kiora says it is though :)

I can twiddle my fingers and... voila! Your buckler is actually a buckler :) (if you want)

But yes, Isilme is correct on the hands swapping thing. Though Ehren doesn't have a weapon in hand very often anyway. :)

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I'd like to know what things you are picking for your tier 1 mythic options. You can spoiler or PM if you wanna be all sneaky about this for some reason. I have things to prepare for!
(excitement!)

After talking with the alchemist, and picking up some emergency potions, Ary slips away to utilize the Ravens.

Defender's Heart is busy as the remaining Crusaders ready themselves to march. It is more crowded than the group has yet witnessed.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Isilme would see if she knew, but she doesn't, so she won't. :p

Isilme watches as the crusaders gather, hoping this will be enough to distract the demons to buy them a chance to get into the garrison.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Val watches the room in silence and notices the Captain out of the corner of her eye. It takes her a moment to realize that she's lost more of her men before they made their way to Defender's Heart. She hesitates a moment, but can't think of anything to say to her. "Everyone's taken loses already. And there's going to be more before the day is done."

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

With a cold iron blade at his belt, a newly acquired shield on his arm, and armor that looked unusually pristine, Ehren almost looked like a real warrior. Almost. As light as the buckler was, it would still take time for him to get used to the extra weight.

There is not much relief to be found in escaping from the long lines at the shops, for the rest of the building seems to be just as busy. It as he works his way through the crowds that he spots the Captain. He smiles, glad to see she made it to Defender's Heart safely, but is given pause when he notices that some of her men are missing.

She slips off to go find the local alchemists to buy some potions.

"Um. I'm sure you're getting a lot of this right now... But I was kinda curious if you had a few potions for my companions and I. I'd like something cheap that I can just hand out to each of them in order to help keep them safe. I'm also looking for anything to help us move quickly or sneak better that you might have." She says, chewing her lip.

Ideal potions include cure light wounds, blend, vanish, feather step, longstrider, or expeditious retreat. Are there any other suggestions for potions Ary might want for the group that are cheap?

The alchemist is a thin, male half-orc named Deko. He looks mostly human - his only orcish features are his pallid, green skin and prominent ears.

"Well, Miss, I'm selling out fast of everything, y'see? You want oils of bless weapon or magic weapon? Cause they're almost gone. Or a potion of jump?" he says impatiently. He is clearly just trying to hurry her along - there is an enormous line.

"No, that's fine. Just the Cure potions." Ary says with a shrug; he must have sold out of the more worthwhile friendly potions.

Ehren continues to watch the Captain, unsure of what to say her, especially considering the circumstances of the last time they met. He wondered if any of the other Crusaders knew what she and her men had almost done to Klarah, if the cleric herself had spread the news. Regardless, he could not find it in himself to judge her for something that almost happened. And so with a deep breath, he walks over to her, still at a loss on what to say.

"Hello, Captain," he starts cautiously, trying his best not to stumble over a simple greeting, "It is good to see you here." Ehren pauses briefly, deeming the question in his mind a fairly foolish one, but an important one nonetheless. "Are... you okay?"

Val finally can't take the nervous energy anymore and starts to wander around. "I wonder where Anevia's gotten off to." With the little confrontation the night before, she hadn't had the chance to speak with the scout in a while. And with the battle ahead, it was possible that they wouldn't get the chance to talk again at all. "No time like the present then. Might as well find her while I have the chance."

Seeing as they are waiting for Irabeth and Hrut to show up, Isilme takes some time to adjust her new buckler. Tightening the straps some, she swings her arm around to make sure it's well fixed and not interfering with her ability to use her right hand.

After a minute or so of fiddling with it, she appears satisfied and then looks for an open place to practice some. "I didn't get any chance to fight at the tower, and to say I'm rusty might be the biggest understatement in the history of Kenabres," she thinks to herself as she whips the blade back and forth a few times. "It's been so long, and this form is so unlike mine..." She relaxes into a fencer's stance and tries a couple quick strikes, focusing on controlling the blade's motion. She'd once been quite skilled with the blade, taking advantage of both her natural agility and strength when she struck with the rapier. Now she finds her body completely devoid of that strength, although still fairly dexterous. "It will take some practice to get used to this, I'll have to really focus on accurate strikes since I can't rely on my strength any longer."

She spends another five minutes attempting various attacks, lunges, and feints with the blade. Satisfied, she decides to prepare her blade and armor for battle. Finding a place to rest, she digs out the inks she uses for scribing scrolls and a quill. Unsheathing the blade, she traces a rune on it carefully with the quill. Upon finishing, she trickles just a small amount of arcane energy into the rapier, causing the rune to begin glowing softly.

She smiles as she holds it up, inspecting it closely. It was an old trick Elan had shown her that worked once you'd learned to control arcane energy sufficiently to enchant the blade temporarily. "The rune functions as a reservoir, allowing you to keep the blade enchanted by feeding it a slow trickle of arcane energy over some time," he'd said when he was teaching her. "It's not as durable as an actual enchantment, as the reservoir empties out slowly, but it's easy enough to maintain it on a single weapon," he'd added by way of explanation. She remembered being quite impressed by the cleverness of his use of a magical rune in that fashion. In time Isilme figured out how to do the same with armor, something Elan had never bothered with given he wore no armor.

Done with the blade, she unstraps her buckler and proceeds to apply a similar rune, one she'd crafted herself, to allow her to channel energy into it to strengthen it. "There, perfect," she says to no one in particular as she straps the buckler back on.

Attuned to Cold Iron Rapier and Masterwork Buckler.

"Hello, Captain," he starts cautiously, trying his best not to stumble over a simple greeting, "It is good to see you here." Ehren pauses briefly, deeming the question in his mind a fairly foolish one, but an important one nonetheless. "Are... you okay?"

Captain Rawley is a heavily scarred middle aged Keleshite, with tightly braided grey hair. She looks up at Ehren with surprise. "Ah. Praise the Inheritor, you've survived!" She then goes back to sharpening her weapon, and avoids eye contact.

"I appreciate that you didn't... report our misdeeds to the Commander," she says, after a moment of silence.

Val finally can't take the nervous energy anymore and starts to wander around. "I wonder where Anevia's gotten off to." With the little confrontation the night before, she hadn't had the chance to speak with the scout in a while. And with the battle ahead, it was possible that they wouldn't get the chance to talk again at all. "No time like the present then. Might as well find her while I have the chance."

Anevia is standing around outside, watching what was left of the Crusader cavalry ready themselves for the march. She glances at Valaria and grins as she approaches - the brightly dressed tiefling woman stands out.

Once she's close enough, she pouts, like a petulant child. "Irabeth won't let me ride a horse and march with you guys. I wouldn't slow anyone down that way."

Val smiles in spite of herself. "But if you fell off the horse, you'd have to try and walk back. I think I'm with your wife on this one. I'd rather have you here and relatively safe than have you trying to fight with a bad leg."

"Ughhhh, not you too!" Anevia groans. "This sucks. You guys are gonna march out there and be the big heroes while I sit around and knit."

She looks up at Valaria. "Anyway, why did you come out here, butterfly? Aren't you headed out soon?"

"There was nothing to report," Ehren says frankly, stepping more to Rawley's side so as to not impede passersby. "Klarah must not have thought so, either. Because of that faith of hers, I believe - she had spoken of redemption before. I suspect there are priests far older than her that might not have adhered to the Dawnflower's tenets so faithfully." He pauses, hoping it did not sound too much like he was chiding her.

"I've lost one person close to me this week already. I'd rather not go for two," Val replies. "We've got enough people to play hero already. You just rest and recover, and maybe make me some nice knitted socks. You can come with us on our next suicide mission."

"Because I felt like it?" She tries to chuckle, but it comes out more of a sigh. "Honestly, because there's no guarantee that any of us will make it back after today and I wanted to say good-bye to a friend."

Deciding she's as ready as she's ever going to be, Isilme decides to find Aravashnial to talk to. It would at least let her focus on something other than the monumental task ahead of them. She sheathes her blade and takes off the buckler for the moment and then heads back into Defender's Heart to look for him.

Ary sat at the little table for quite a long time, trying to think if there was someone, anyone, to write to. She hadn't corresponded with any of her trainers since coming to Kenabres. So that was out.

She hadn't seen any of the men and women she'd worked alongside in Kenabres, though her ties to them had been somewhat fleeting as well. Aside from Grim, of course. Ary huffs out a sigh, and started to write.

At the end, Ary closes her eyes, and waits for the ink to dry. Then she returns to the top of the page, to the place she had skipped, and writes Fen'wen, before rising, crumbling the whole thing into a ball, and dropping it into the nearest brazier.

She watches it twist and turn upon itself, catching flame, and finally becoming just a mass of black, before she twists the ring on her hand, making herself look presentable once more. And then she marches off to find company of some kind; at worst it was going to be her last day on earth, so she might as well spend what little time she had left being cheery. She ran through a mental checklist. Avi was a no. Markus would be with his new girlfriend... or so she hoped. Isilme... was not who she wanted to see. Val either, though she was ashamed to say it. Two heartbreaks in one room was a bit much, just now. And she couldn't be strong for Val on a subject that weakened her so. She thought about going to see Hrut, but in the end decided to look for Ehren. Finding him busy with the captain, she shrugged and moved on, alone.

Anevia was taking things nearly as hard as Val, and Irabeth was assuredly busy. She didn't really have anything to speak of with Crocris... so she let herself meander for a time, looking through the crowd, and trying to count the living.

Markus had already left Aitha quite some time ago, and he too was wandering the inn without much to do. Mostly he'd been waiting for his friends to finish getting ready. He understood that many of them had real, physical preparations to do, and given that they were the ones risking their lives toe-to-toe with their enemies, he couldn't blame them.

He sees Ary wandering around the marketplace and spends a couple of minutes adjusting his pace and the direction of his walking so that he comes up behind her and beside her, slowly. "Too much time saved washing?" he asks, though the grin you might expect from such a smartass phrase is missing from Markus' face. "Or just nervously pacing like the rest of us?"

"Nervous pacing." Ary agreed. "I thought about going to see Liotr, but I'd need a witness for that. Or Irabeth... but she's probably busy." she says with a small shrug. "Or Klarah or Fenna... or any number of people. I just... don't wanna say goodbye. Do you wanna go see the kids?" she suddenly segues near the end.

Markus arches an eyebrow at her sudden conversation vectors. "Do I- Um, sure. Just don't jump out and try to surprise them - they're armed with deadly weapons now, remember. Not that I wouldn't heal you or anything, just...magic missiles hurt." As they walk, he thinks of something. "Are we visiting them because they won't think to be sentimental or remind you that we're probably going to die?"

"Stop that." she says as he mentions dying. "None of us are going to die.. a... lot of other people are." she says, swallowing hard. "Just trust Hrut and I to keep everyone safe, you and Rocky keep everyone healed up, and F-Wen'Fen and Val to keep everyone out of danger. Oh... I got you a Cure potion... not that it will do you much good, but I figured it was better than nothing... and you might help someone with it. I didn't bother to ask about a Wounding potion. I figured he wouldn't have any at all. We should probably request a few when we get back, so someone else can heal you." she says after a moment... then realizes she's rambling, trying to control the situation... something.

"Back on topic, I figured you might want to see the kids, even if... I don't. You're good with them, and I think they'd like to see you before we go off to save the world from certain doom."