Aragon Sylvathi
Mana: 300/300
610 Gold Pieces
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[LIGHT] Glitter Lance - Level 5 (-20 MP per use)
[DARK] Ravage - Level 2 (-15 MP per use)
[SUPPORT] Divine Touch - Level 2 (-25 MP per use)
[HEAL] Serene Winds - Level 3 (-15 MP per use)
[SUMMON] Hawk Summoning - Level 2 (-10 MP per use) [3 turns]
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Inventory/Weaponry/Armor
-Head: N/A
-Chest: Chainmail Vest
-Gauntlets: N/A
-Pants: Brown Cloth Pants
-Greaves: N/A
-Feet: Shoes
-Bronze Rapier
-Elven Bow w/ 20 Bronze tipped arrows
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x3 Chocolate Milk (Heals bleeding, cuts and larger bruises.)
x3 Canned Sardines (20% MP Recovery)
Revive Tome
Magic Pickaxe
Rope
Torch
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Aragon was tired, sheathing his bronze rapier after the monster exploded into the white flash of light. He panted slightly as he had wasted nearly half of his Mana and doing so was surely bad for ANYONE who had controls over magicks. Though, the whispering voice was heard and the moment it fell into his ears Aragon was rejuvinated, feeling his Mana being restored to him and his wounds disappear; the same happened to Ryden and all the other by the looks of it. Looking over at the item drops, Aragon went over and picked up a sack of five hundred ten gold pieces, placing them in his inventory, along with the healing items which would surely be useful in the future. 

Though the whispering.....it was curious.....Aragon looked at all the others, seeing Adam pick up the Iron dagger which Aragon would have taken gladly but made no comment on it, he just looked at everyone..