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After the dwarf had corrected him, it appears the the orb absorbs the corpses rather than life energy as he predicted. Normally he would feel a tad stupid, but the large green orb was all he thought. [color=#DF0101]"Dwarven cleric are you sure about that?"[/color] he asked towards the Dwarf, who looked a tad fearful. The elfven woman who appeared to be a bard suddenly got close after his wrong theory, and she looked a bit frightened. The woman reminded Artos of a childhood friend whom he was very close with, he was about to comfort her but Artos had no idea how to.

Continuing the trek, Artos' mind was wrapped around the floating orb and when the wagon suddenly stopped he landed face first into the rigid wooden frame. Falling unceremoniously to the ground he was about to say something until his eye caught an orc, the smell of blood and iron suddenly plunged Artos' nose. [i][color=#DF0101]Aftermath of a battle?[/color][/i] The elven woman suddenly darted off, with Hugh following behind her. Artos had gotten up already, nose slgihtly red due to him hitting it on the wagon. He began slowly and warily walking to the seemingly dead, or most likely unconscious orc. The running elven bard suddenly tripped and fell face first into the sand, Artos chuckled but covered it with his hand.

Reaching the battered and beaten orc, [color=#DF0101]"I can try healing him, but I am not sure if it'd work."[/color] Artos offered, standing over Ellyn and beside Hugh. [color=#DF0101]"As for traps, well, I could also activate Mind's eye, but I don't think there's a trap."[/color]