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As of this post, I figure it's been another 8 rounds listening to him talk. Adding 8HP, finishing up the regen

Imendri's wounds continue to close as the blood slows to a trickle out of some ruptured flesh underneath his clothes. He smiles at the pattern of blood in the snow at his feet. Looking to Rokhar, he says cheerily, "Det's a botterfly det's made from blood in de snow, haha. Praise Desna!"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11