She shakes her head, "Stupid is, as stupid does." She says before bringing her hammer back around in an arc for another swing before twisting her body and bringing it back around once more towards his head.
This is basic thuganomics:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
The thrill of watching Derika cut loose is mitigated by the worry of seeing how badly wounded she is. Stepping out to where her love can clearly see her approach, she moves over to her, resting a hand on her shoulder as she seems to glow with starlight for a moment, the glow spreading to Derika's wounds.
She rubs her ribs and shoulder for a bit, "Those bastards hit kinda hard, but I think they were worse on Vishanti." Going over to her love she looks at her, "Vishanti....are you okay? Do we need to go back for healing? I can't...I...I don't want to lose you." She says softly as she holds Vishanti to her.
Smiling a little up at Vishanti she puts her arms around her and continues to hold her close, "What about you love? Those brutes were fairly nasty to you as well." Looking over at Eldan she says, "No...not here...I just wanted to make sure there were no more dumba$$es around stupid enough to get in our way. We need to continue through here to get to that bar they were talking about." She says as she refuses to let her love go.
"You're not losing me love, and I'm not losing you. You are right though that...hurt." Vishanti says closing her eyes for a moment and glowing softly as she focuses.
Channel Positive Energy:3d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 5) = 7
"That will do for now. I promise I'll stay out of danger if possible." she says resting her head against Derika's for a moment.
Looking through the stuff she says, "We can't carry all this stuff. Unless that armor is useful to anyone it's staying here until we can get a larger bag or something. We'll go ahead and take the money and smaller stuff though. Just...damn..." She says as she starts gathering stuff up.
After gathering everything she goes back to Vishanti and gently caresses her cheek, "Here...I would feel better if you took one of these potions now. I'm not sure what else might be here and I'm not willing to take that kind of risk with you. Not when we have the means to heal you. Please...for me?" She says as she holds out one of the potion bottles to her.
"Alright love, I know it will make you feel better." Vishanti says drinking the potion. "Always taking care of me." she says with a little smile as some more of the damage heals.
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
"I suppose the only thing to do now is to head further in. I'll hang back a little, especially since you two will see far better in the dark than I would."
As she drinks the potion Derika gives her love a little nod, "Thank you love. Of course I'm going to look out for you, I love you. Hanging back a little is fine, but don't fall too far back. I don't want anything sneaking up on you from behind us." She says as she gives her a gentle hug and stretches up to give her a kiss, "Just be careful." Looking over at Eldan she blushes ever so slightly, "Okay, so I guess we keep moving ahead." As they continue on, Derika keeps an eye out for trouble and traps.
Derika follows him through the passage with Vishanti not far behind her, "I wonder if that light up there could be from the bar that we're supposed to go to?"
You emerge from the ruined bath house into the daylight. The Warrens are the most squalid place that you've seen in your time in Nicae. Several people watch you with suspicious eyes.
Leaning close to Vishanti she says, "You stay close to us now. I don't much care for the looks of this place...but we gotta find that bar." She takes a look around trying to discern if there were any signs or anything that would help her find the bar without interacting with the people of this area.
Perception: Which way is the bar George?:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
A female half-orc in a ratty, see-through black negligee looks up at the approaching three adventurers. "Good day, in for a relaxing drink or maybe a massage?"
She nods, "Aye...could definitely do with a drink. Perhaps a chat with ol' Louis too. Life's been a real pain in the ass lately. Care to show us to the bar?" She gives the half-orc a smile.
Entering into the bar, which has some antiquated charm, you see a couple more half-dressed women who seem to perk up as customers enter. The half-orc calls one of them, a dwarf with coppery hair, over as she leads Derika and the others to the bar. "I'll tell Louis you're here. Klara, get these fine people whatever they would like to drink."
The dwarf nods as the half-orc heads to the back. "What kin I getcha?"
She thinks for a moment how her emotions had been kinda crazy lately, "I think I need something a little more calming for now....would you happen to have any wine?"
The dwarf nods and goes to retrieve your drinks. A few minutes later, an aged aasimar with one sooty wing and a well-maintained rifle approaches your table. "I am Louis. What is your business with me?"