Good Night Farron, Pensive and Osred Tend to the Camp
Subject: Re: Exodus; the first night
Farron pours the last of the wine into their two glasses. He downs his glass while staring into the fire.
"Only the one bed, I'm afraid," He says to Sa'id. "At least it's big enough. I hope you don't snore."
With that he makes ready for bed. If he were inclined to pray, he'd pray that the Sunmaster decides to help them in the morning.
From: Scott
Subject: Re: Exodus; the first night
Pensive hides in Osred's shadow. No, not really-- but that's what it feels like. Like the big man is chaperoning him around the camp. No one will let him near them without the cleric there; no one will let him take a look at their wounds or aches without Osred 'supervising.'
Pensive decides to let the unintentional slight slip by him. Tonight, he will be Osred's apprentice, and that was enough.
And the weariness and frustrations and aches of the day vanish as he tends to the people around him. It is a comfort, to forget Kor Garesh for a moment, and concentrate instead on the small hurts that surround him. These were wounds he could heal. These were small things he could fix. Twisted ankles, blistered feet, sunburn. . . discomforts, really. Pensive forgets to think about tonight, or tomorrow, and the battles and deaths that await there.
The Path was here.
And then the moment has ended, and there are no more people to tend. Pensive stares at the campfires that the townspeople have set, and remembers he has no place around any of them. He squashes the thought, and turns to find Garyth.
OOC: That's all I have; Pensive will volunteer for the last watch of the night.
From: Scott
Subject: Re: Exodus; the first night
One more thing: if Osred doesn't heal Pensive, Pensive will use one of his healing kits on himself.
From: Celia
Subject: Re: Exodus; the first night
This irritating little man had worn through much of Osred's patience during the battle, but that seemed years ago. Now here he was, tending to the needs of others without even asking for aid in alleviating his own pains. Would an offer be accepted or scoffed by this follower of the path?
"Elf, if you would like, I can try to mend your wounds."
Osred then sees to any of the others who are still badly wounded before falling asleep.
OOC: I don't know what spells he has left to sacrifice, so can you pick something appropriate, Ty? And I guess I'll make tomorrow's spell list the same as todays. (Which I'd appreciate you sending me, if it's different from what's listed on Osred's character sheet.)
From: Scott
Subject: Re: Exodus; the first night
Pensive is startled a bit by the offer. He pauses only a moment, then unwraps the bandage around his palm, and lifts off his shirt to expose the wound on the underside of his arm.
In the darkness, the thistle tatoo on the back of his neck glows softly.
"Thank you, Osred," Pensive says, but is silent otherwise.
From: Dan
Subject: Re: Exodus; the first night
Dude, celia got Scott to take his shirt on her first try evar. Hawt.