At the other man's hastened rise to his feet, the ghost white corona faded from Brannor's palm and so too did it withdraw from its point of contact upon the orc-blooded, dispelled into a mist. It certainly proved itself effective enough, for the man scooped up the bloodied machete from its resting place not even a foot away and thrust his arms triumphantly. The vigor Orchid had was fairly astounding and the divine warrior rose ever so slightly, listening to the man as he observed the kobolds with curiosity, distinctly contemplating something about the massacred lizard-like beasts.

[i]"Orchid skin small dragons? Make new things. Orchid do quick."[/i]

[i]"Ah... No. Don't do that Orchid. We have to help the village first. Maybe after we're done you can... Do your thing. Oh! But tie up that one of there."[/i]

Shaking his gauntleted fist off as he was, Brannor attempted to not crack a smile at the woman's reaction; it avoided an issue he would rather not contend with. As wicked as the kobolds were in service to this dragon that set itself on assaulting this city and its keep, he could not imagine skinning one for any purpose. Perhaps the half-orc knew more than he did about this sort of thing, but the halfling was right all the same anyway; now wasn't the time. Allowing the conversations to continue without interference, he placed his fingers to his fresh wounds, which were already stanched - their thin cuts, on the leg and against his abdomen, were already thick with coalescing blood.

He reserved the rest of his otherworldly pool of restoration, hoping that he would not need make use of it, but truth be told, he would not be surprised if another poor soul would need it. So to these ends, Brannor approached Trear and the commoner family, attempting to look less intimidating a man than he truly was; not an easy task for him or Orchid. In either sense he looked over the woman, the man, then the children, then to elven huntress.

[i]"... object the carriage master's orders?"[/i]

He folded his solid arms across his chest, less than pleased to be told what he was doing as an "order". It was simply the thing that should be done - one didn't need instructions on that part. Brannor's brow perked at the elf who smirked, daring them all to decline the push toward the keep. Shifting slightly, his fingers absent mindedly stroked the fierce silver symbol around his neck; for a man capable of healing, he certainly fought with channeled fury.

"I will do what I can to keep you safe if you are accompanying us to the keep." His strong tone was sincere, but honest enough as fighting through the partially burning town to a keep a dragon drifted to and from was an inherently dangerous task.

"If any of your children, or even you," He said as he looked to Cuth and Linan, "Need healing, I can call upon enough to take worst of it from you."

The wilderness warrior's divine power was only recently manifest and its depth was still growing. The restorative pool that was a cooling, soothing touch, was not as deep as it would be with time to come; he needed at least save the tiniest fragment of it to save a dying companion. The rest? It was an offer he needed to extend, which he knew within him. He and his company were one of many small points of light in the darkness of this night.

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