The hungering had stilled for the time being, forced to wait, forced to be content. Yet for the full course of the time they spent recovering and catching their breath, each moment was instead spent for the moontouched servant in anticipation. It was difficult to be still and idle although, with effort, some facade of calm settled. Brannor was for this time back to thinking, feeling for himself rather than the bestial rage that earlier burned within him. It afforded the perhaps much needed allotment to reflect, to consider, to even recognize.

So [i]this[/i] was the [i]Pale Lady's[/i] gift? It was not as though it was news to him, he had experienced it before, in Greenest and throughout life in his hunts, but to feel no longer enthralled in the calling? It was a magnificent weapon, trapped with no shortage of tools the finest and keenest of hunters could make use of. Each point of it seemingly armed in some capacity. To appreciate it was to realize much more of who the mysterious silver goddess was, what it meant to be gifted by her. So to take in something as seemingly insignificant as say, an appreciation for the savagery contained in even a single digit, that which strained the gloves, it spoke to the paladin more. He too was pale, marked by "light", a being of light in the darkness.

The calm, the focus returned to him, until he began to hear his allies stir. The anticipation and the fight to come that came with it snapped the golden eyed creature out of its trance...

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Brannor spends 2d10 of Hit Dice during the short rest to heal for [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/16890]2[/url], then [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/16891]9[/url], for a total of 11. This puts him back to his maximum hit points of 28.[/hider]
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