Trials of the Forsaken - IC

[Highland Sniper]

Emalia muttered something in her sleep, something along the lines of "you needed my help, again, you idiot," as she rolled over. her back now to everyone else.
her bestial features were gone and she looked like her normal self.
she wore no blankets, just lay there on her bedroll, her open shirt didn't do much to cover her as the flap lay behind her.

[Minkasha]

Qal'talis glanced at the sleeping woman for a moment before returning his honed vision to the injured young Tiefling. His still waking thoughts ran through a primary overview of what he could make of the young man's health. Gradually he sighed.

"Once Morinda answers my healing prayers, he will be well enough" The man reiterated from before. "I am sorry there is no way to help ease your pain currently" the concealed Half-Elf said with a whispered empathy. "Keep still, I must pray and then your health will be tended to" The Half-Elf promised while he got to his feet again, returning to his backpack and pulling free his religious booklet.

If undisturbed the man would retreat near the torch and begin to read with a still posture as he sat on his bent legs.

[Broken]

"I'll be fine" he says before falling unconscious again from the pain

[Enigma]

"Glad he's so confident," Callín sighed, shaking her head, then glanced towards Qal'talis. Unfortunately, the half-human was busy reading. If they wanted this man healed, the half-human needed his reading time.

Even if the man didn't want people to know his true name, he should have some sort of nickname that he could share with others? Or did people just come up with their own nickname for him?

And what sort of nickname was right for him?

[Highland Sniper]

a faintly echoing thud came from the direction the party came from.

Emalia rolled over again and mumbled something about holding still.

[Enigma]

Callín stepped around Qal'talis and knelt next to the sleeping brawler.

"Emalia," she said urgently. (If she doesn't respond to her name, Callín will shake her shoulder.) "Hey, Emalia! Wake up! I heard a noise, I think they just dropped someone else back there."

'By the goddess, I hope this isn't someone who's barely awake until their first cup of tea,' the half-drow girl feverishly hoped.

[Highland Sniper]

"I'm up," she muttered before slowly sitting up. "let's make this quick," she said.
she stood up with a few muttered curses about not being able to see. and seen, she was back in her bestial form.
she took a quick look at her hands.
"well, at least I can see." she muttered.
she took her crossbow and made ready to fight if it came to it.

[Enigma]

She already had her sword and dagger, so Callín fetched her short bow and quiver, as well as one of her waterskins.

"I'm ready," she said, taking in Emalia's new form, then nodded towards the priest. "You think he'll be safe enough if we leave him like this?"

[Highland Sniper]

"Nothing else should be coming," she said. "besides, he's got tough guy over there."
she moved over to the wall and crouched down.
"let's keep the chatter low," she whispered. "if they're bad, I want to be able to jump 'em."

[Enigma]

Callín simply waived towards the opening they'd partially blocked with stones.