With the harpies dead the party returns to the caravan. It was fortunately unharmed, though Ferric and Andras had their crossbows at the ready. Seeing you four come back out their mind at ease however. Soon you were trudging along once more as Pylia chews on a goodberry and applies some herb balm to your wounds. It had a strong odor and stung when it touched your wounds, but Pylia assures you that the medicine is suppose to feel like that. Sure enough after she bandages the cuts the stinging feeling becomes a cooler, less painful one. 

“How are you feeling? Do you need another?”


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Shortfang (28/28) | Syfr (1/1)
Pylia (19/24)
Sylvia (16/21)
Buddy (31/31)

Herb Balm Healing = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/15182]7[/url]

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