Fighting continued, more blows were exchanged and Signod held his post at the periphery while he waited to see which of the two bandit groups would come out on top.  It seemed pretty clear right now that the Barnaby Brothers were getting the best out of this fight, since the anonymous group was very clearly breaking.  In fact, just now it seemed like their leader was in the process of calling for a retreat.

Signod found his mouth tightening into a grimace as they reached what must be the last legs of this battle.  One of the female members of the Barnaby Brothers (the non-elf of the pair that tied up the first random bystander) had seemingly begun to make a show out of declaring her desire to end the bloodshed, though she dropped that facade quickly enough the moment she found a chance to shoot a fleeing man in the back.  Well, what had he really expected?  Honor from bandits was certainly not on that list, so concentrated attacks on the turned back of a defeated foe was a much more reasonable expectation for this bunch.

Judging by their current actions, it seemed entirely plausible to Signod that this elven Barnaby Brother captain might order her minions to start slitting throats for any members of the second group who went down but weren't outright slain.  Maybe if he stepped in quickly enough he might be able to save a few lives before that elven bloodlust ran its course. Shaking his head slightly, he slung his bow over a shoulder and and began patting down his beard.  Among the leaves, twigs and other bits of anonymous detritus he had acquired during the course of his current wilderness adventure he found what he wanted- a small sprig of mistletoe he had been saving for just such an occasion.  Pinching the stem between thumb and forefinger of one hand, the other hand flew through a brief series of necessary gestures as he spoke a few words of arcane power in the most hushed of voice that he could muster.

Moments after his spell begun, the berries already on the small branch began to glow ever so faintly, while several more berries rapidly sprouted and matured.  By the time he finished his spell, he had just shy of a dozen berries imbued with a slight amount of healing magic.  Perfect for a post-battle life-saving venture for the single solitary decent person present in this forest tonight.

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Casting [i]Goodberry[/i].
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[@The Harbinger of Ferocity]