"You are alive."

 It was hard to tell whether Lex was to any extent pleased with the warlock's return, or was simply stating the obvious. After giving the latter a drawn-out, yet vacant stare, he was quick to turn his attention elsewhere. The looting of dead and still-alive bodies concerned him little, as did the frightened slum-dwellers. None seemed injured in any way. The same could not be said for most of his group, as well as the unidentified woman, currently conversing with the nature-witch. He would see to them later. For now, he focused on the body laying at his feet. Leaning, he reached for the drifter's chest, and clutched the numerous layers of cloth covering it. With a thump and a soft clutter, the spellcaster's body was tossed closer to the group, should they decide to search it or find some other use with the creature. Walking towards the body, he knelt and began separating it from its' more prominent armaments, such as the staff, tossing them close aside one by one.

 He soon rose again, and after briefly scanning his surroundings, he finally laid his weapon down, the hammer's head possibly cracking one of the paving stones as it slammed against it. Lightly leaning against the hilt's other end, both of his palms firmly resting atop the tubular pommel, he proclaimed, to no one person in particular. "Those in need of mending, come."

[hider=Effects] Lex moves the unconscious Drifter closer to the group, and separates him of any gear he can find. (Investigation roll: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2965]16[/url]) He then offers healing to anyone who approaches.[/hider]