[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color]  The Tower, Floor 3
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color]  Ancient cosmic powers of the GOOD DICE ROLLS, Sana and bad popular memes. [/center]

	It at least lookedl like Sana was reacting well to the healing magic that the witch used on her. She was frankly concerned because out of her healing magic only one was left, one that could be of use provided proper situation, but in the middle of a battle was not quite said situation. As the bard pulled to a sitting position and drank a potion, Satilla let a quick sigh of relief as she pulled a potion of her own.[color=bc8dbf]" No worries, don't move much." [/color]The witch replied, hoping their wall of bodies will hold up for hte moment as she took the potion and started pouring it on Sana's injured legs. To move she needed those legs in better condition and what's more even through the wound and skin the potion will seep into the body, causing effect.

	Once that potion was done, she pulled the second one, quickly spilling it on Sana's hands as much as she can.[color=bc8dbf]" No worries... we've got potions..."[/color] She stated with enthusiastic voice and a smile.[color=bc8dbf]" Potions for days."[/color] The witch added in the middle of her improvisation treatment. Satilla had considered throwing potions at the enemies, but aside the troglodyte zombie and possibly the hooded figure, she doubted the others were undead. Those just appeared as absurdly horrible monsters that made you consider what manner of nonsensible situations or places can spawn such monstrocities! Still she was so going to throw a potion at that hooded bastard if he was undead. She wanted to watch him burn and squirm in absolute pain as the unlife ebs away from his wreched flesh.