While there were all manner of wild shenanigans going on throughout this forest, Signod couldn't possibly keep track of all of it at once.  As such, he knew what he needed to do most was focus on one thing at a time.  Pick a problem, resolve it, go look for another problem.  Right now, that problem was helping this blindfolded man to do his best not to die.  He had considered taking another swing at the bandit(?) who had just begun to laugh and even begun to draw back his axe to take that swing when the laughing man spoke.

...which brought him up short.

Hang on- the blindfolded man had been part of the group with the elf woman.  She was one of the Barnaby Brothers, wasn't she?  Thinking back, Signod was hard pressed to remember any of that group specifically identifying themselves as one of the Barnaby Brothers.  He was almost positive the name had come up, but coming up with the exact the context of the conversation was proving impossible.  Could it be possible that all these people were members of the Barnaby Brothers and he had gotten involved in some large-scale power struggle within the bandit group?  No, that was over-thinking it.  Could he have just been flat out wrong in his earlier conclusions?  That was also impossible.  It had to be the elf.  She had tricked him into thinking all sorts of wild thoughts that were nowhere near the truth.  Typical elf nonsense.

Either way, while these will thoughts sluggishly churned their way through Signod's head trying to make sense of the abrupt reversal, he was still moving by instinct.  "Shut yer mouth!  Or else I'll, eh..."  While he fumbled around looking for words, his free hand was deftly procuring one of the magical goodberries he had created only a short while ago. "I'll shut it for ya!"  He finished as boldly as he could muster in spite of how non-threatening his bumbling retort must have come across.  Signod had more important things to think about than clever words.  Mostly, he had to keep focused on healing the dying man while also trying not to get his own guts spilled all over the ground.  Side-stepping around the self-professed bandit and dropping to one knee, barely even registering that the bandit was currently on fire, he did his best to shove one of the magical berries into the dying man's mouth while hoping his magic was potent enough to take care of the rest.


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Circling the bandit and going to a knee beside Jacoby.  Using an action to force-feed him one of those sweet sweet goodberries.
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[@The Harbinger of Ferocity]