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As the adrenaline left his system, he could already feel his battered body redouble its effort in alerting Roy that it was damaged by sending more pain signals to his brain, demanding that he should treat the injuries sustained soon lest his body fail on him. As he entered the temple, its cold and dull walls provided him with solace. The lack of any sound other than the waves crashing into the shore, a subliminal message notifying him that it was safe now, he could now rest. Slumping onto a pew he could hear the kobold announce that of their victory. [color=orange]"You should have seen it fall, it was a truly priceless sight fitting of stories sung by the greatest of bards."[/color] Roy let out a slight chuckle that quickly died out as he discovered that laughing was a painful act while he still had a two inch hole in his side.

Setting the foul smelling breastplate where Lilt had laid her equipment. He then set down his backpack on the pew and doffed his leather armor and underclothing before setting them down neatly near his pack. His bare chest had numerous scars from previous battles, the most prominent of which was a very large, but faded scar that crossed diagonally across his chest. Though that was a story for later, now he had more pressing matters to attend to. Taking out the healer's kit, Roy begins to treat the injuries he had sustained the best he can.

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Left the breastplate in the pile of Lilt's armor and equipment.
Removed leather armor and shirt to treat wound sustained earlier.
Treating wounds using healer's kit.
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