Uh. Shoot. That was a lot of them. The ones they'd fought before. But yes, good thing he'd blessed the group earlier that day. That meant his responsibilities were limited to... well. Exactly what Beren had told him to do. At least briefly.

'As you wish, Beren. Oh, and Ursaren?' he added just before taking off. 'I'm sure the villagers won't mind [i]that[/i] much, in context.' And with that said, he ran - bag, to wit, in hand. He still hadn't gotten the chance to thank Aeryn for that. It was once he'd left the party's sight that he decided now was the time to claw out the helmet he'd abducted and reblessed a while back, though abstained from actually putting it on for the time being. If he saw an enemy abducting villagers, of course he'd want it on for protection, but what if he was mistaken for a Rog mid-flight? That'd be simply unacceptable.

Briefly, his fingers ran across the staff within too. Alas - no daggers had been snuck away for him, and no valdium sword either. Merely a potent magical staff, craved by dark elves and pilfered from a place of death. Sanctified much like the helm, of course, but he'd certainly not want to use it if he had a choice. [i]If[/i] he had a choice. Or if he needed to use any weapons to begin with! That was a good thought to keep in mind, he considered as he continued his scouting. If enemies abounded only in the form of rogs, so be it. If they presented themselves otherwise... well... it [i]had[/i] been requisition of divine assistance that led the stave into his possession in the first place. How bad could such a thing be?

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