Tortetarte realizes hes staring at the dirt. He's never fallen asleep face down before, well, never on accident. And what's with all that yelling? Oh, Right. Glancing to his side, Tortetarte touches There In, and speaks "Mishakal, spare this man" .


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Cure Wounds 
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5484 =9
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Tortetarte then stands up and is ready to fight.

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