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Smidgen also attempts to Aid Nossac in keeping Mekel alive.
untrained aid heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Smidgen rockets out towards Mekel, screaming back towards Aravashnial
"Get out here! He's dying! Do Something!"
Smidgen lands, picks up Mekel's scale and suddenly a young dwarf stands in his place.
Move to scale, use scale

"Good. I'm reluctant to go up there unless its safe. Glad we agree."

"Really? What do you want, some pretty young girl steering you around or me whispering in your ear?" Smidgen whispers to Aravashnial

A bedraggled looking bird - some sort of canary, perhaps, flutters from Mekel's shoulder across to Aravashnial's.
He mutters quietly as he comes in to land
"Seeing eye bird. More like a thinking brain bird. Now I'm steering some old blind elf around..."
Landing on the shoulder he speaks in a much louder, much more melodious and much slower voice
"Greetings Aravashnial! I am your new guide. You are in what appears to be a temporary cavern. There is a handsome young eleven Paladin named Nossac taking your arm, and a gorgeously plumed arcane familiar upon your shoulder, which is my good self. A little further away is a rich looking merchant, a pretty girl with a broken leg, a young man with a shield and a rather deadly young lady with a dueling sword. There's also a thoughtless young elf scrawling into a book after passing on his best friend like yesterday's laundry! There are two light sources, both magical, the first..."
Smidgen continues talking incessantly, if more quietly, to the elf.

A bedraggled canary flutters off the floor and onto the young elf's shoulder.