Geradin felt a sense of duty toward the wounded and tired Ursaren, as he was a cleric and had sworn an oath to aid the party. However the Dwarves were infamous for their never ending war with the Dorcha. The fact that the other Dorcha seemed to hate this halfbreed was the only real reason he wasn't already caving in her skull and being done with it. That and even he could tell she wasn't full blooded. Within moments, the Dwarf decided there were enough eyes on her already and he went to cast some healing spells upon Ursaren, invoking the name of the Dwarf Goddess, Hertha, to heal his wounds. 

Beren knelt down to eye level with Aeryn, gazing at her cuffs and the manner of damage she had on her body. The muscled young monk didn't necessarily want to mistreat her. After all he had saved her twice, and she seemed more like a wounded panther than a coiled serpent. But he still didn't know her, and they needed to understand why she was being executed in order for them to fully trust her. Meanwhile, Calanon had nimbly climbed atop the nearest mushroom and leaped to a taller, second mushroom to gaze across the dimly lit cavern as the other's gathered around Aeryn. 

"Oi, what are you doing!?" The Dwarf scolded gruffly at Settione as the man offered to give her the key. Argon had since stepped out of the river, red and water dripping off his thick, tree trunk-like legs as he stepped on land. His clawed feet 'clicked' atop the stone. 
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