"Why, Settione is there, friend Alice." The Lizardman declared, pointing Sett's way as the pair of them entered the room. She wondered why he had waited for them, instead of running back with news that this was a dead end. More curious was the spectacle in the room here, but now wasn't the time to discuss it.

The three of them rejoined the group and hustled onwards. Slowly as the tunnels flew by the heat faded, until the party reached a junction. Time to rest according to Geradin, though none of the party looked too worn from the encounter.

[color=yellow]"I know it might sound a tad surprising, but I'd be very grateful if someone could take a look at by back. It... doesn't feel well down there."[/color] An-Hasst announced, sitting himself down. Even by diminishing his stature like this he was still taller than Alice, and as he shed his wrappings he revealed he was probably wider than her about twice over just in muscle. She manuevered her mage-light around the back of him, though Ursaren was already there tending to the injury.

Alice was no medic, but the wound looked nasty. She was shocked that the bleeding had staunched despite the shifting they had been doing to get this far. [color=royalblue]"I might have some salt, I can heat up some water quickly and we can clean the wound-"[/color] she started, before she noticed and then felt that Ursaren was weaving his own spells into the flesh. Before she could even return to her line of thought the flesh had flowed back over itself, moulding as if new. Age hadn't affected the old mans wits apparently. [b]"I'm mending it back. If you feel any pain, it's working,"[/b] he said before staring glumly into the distance. [i]Could work on his bedside manner though[/i], she'd been tended by Dwarves less surly than that.

Alice retrieved the half-giant's cloak and lay it over his shoulders, reaching up to do so. [color=royalblue]"Let me help you. It is best not to test new skin like that until you must."[/color] she had seen a little healing magic in her time, but that sounded right. She hoped that his inner warrior pride could survive the indigence of letting a small Vrettonnian woman like herself clothe him for his own sake. She might just despair if he shared the same stubbornness she was getting tired of amongst people she was trying to help.

[color=royalblue]"Do you recognise where we are at all, Geradin?"[/color] she held out a faint hope as she called over. [color=royalblue]"Maybe if we could find a sign or landmark we might know where best to go next."[/color] The only other option they had over then nigh aimless wandering was to ask one of their number to pray for guidance, which she didn't fancy trying just yet. The lower you got in the world the less likely it was your pleas would reach benign ears...