Brannor gave no mind to the dwarf's concerns initially, content with finishing the securing of their captive with the old rope that was bound up between the man's limbs. He had heard what it was that was said, no doubt, but the notion baffled him. In the entirety of the fairly sizable keep, they had not one court mage or priest even now that could be busied with the repair of a door instead? What good were these enormous stone walls and iron doors then? It was one of many frustrations he held with mortal folk, those who had not spent their life outside the walls, the fences, the fields and mundanity; one of the reasons he left when he was young. It was frustrating enough at its core that it distracted him slightly from reducing the man's weakened breathing, his knee still resting firm upon the man's back.

In fact, the brutality of fighting they had sustained to get this far, a wound that would have regularly killed a man subjected upon him personally by a well placed arrow, and now [i]this[/i], the audacity to ask if they would waste precious magic on a door? It was an insult that began to stir embers in his mind. Enough of which made the powerfully built man grit his teeth and pull tighter the bonds as he tied them together. Undoubtedly the man's joints were not fond of this, for the resisted and surely were to be made painfully sore... and worse yet his situation.

[i]"Find someone else."[/i] His response came, direct and vaguely snarled as he knelt aside and rolled the dragon's follower over, the man's chest rising with a stronger breath at last.

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Brannor rolled a [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1481]7[/url] to aid in stabilizing the man, proving unsuccessful by being distracted and lost in thought. Turning in slight to aggression, he fails again on a [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1482]3[/url]. The third time is the charm at last as he makes a potentially successful effort to stabilize the captive with an [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1483]11[/url].
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With a long, drawn up breath that eased his body, careful to temper his righteous rage for those that truly deserved it, he looked down upon the bound man, then to the dwarf. It was slow, the entire set of motions he carried out, almost as if grasping for a way to word his thoughts that were not just lashings of anger. The hesitation had granted him enough time to look back to the captive and reflect sincerely that he did not want to repeat this again; the fight, the capture and the removal. Instead, the others would need meet a fate like the rest he had traded blows with on this night, as the only penalty for such unprovoked evil was a swift end.

"If they're fool enough to funnel themselves into this death trap, let them come." His words at last came, having calmed the savage wrath within and returning to more clarity in thought, "But I sincerely doubt any of us can perform [i]'Repair Door'[/i] magic."

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