Tyrael looked down at Gossk as he kneel before the orc. Tyrael had no idea why the lizardman was doing that, but he wasn't going to say anything about it. It doesn't seem like either three of them knew how to operate the skiff, but perhaps one of the slave women did. It would certainly be in their best interest to utilize it if they wanted to return to their homes alive; Tyrael had no intentions of sharing his supplies with them if he was to go on foot. In any case, Gossk explained how one of his spells worked to Tyrael in a way that he would understand through the creature's broken common. In short, [i]Far Stride[/i] was a sort of movement spell that would allow them to quickly traverse the dunes and ward off the harmful effects of nature during it's duration. Very useful, though ideally they'll use the Skiff instead. Gossk seems to have a firm understanding of common even if his ability to speak it wasn't very great, so Tyrael felt no need to dumb down his explanation of the spell he'll use on Gossk. Fortunately, most orcs aren't too keen on flowering up their descriptions anyways.

[color=00a651]"The spell I'll use on you will make you bigger, and stronger. With that strength pull the skiff from the stones and I shall use my magics to repair it. We'll have those women operate the boat, if they know how. Otherwise we'll have to figure it out ourselves, or at worse, walk."[/color] With no other issues to address, Tyrael would use his Size Shift spell on Gossk, turning the already large and imposing creature into an even more massive beast, at least twenty-feet tall if not bigger. His increase in size also increased his weight, creating massive footprints in the sand big enough that Tyrael could've buried all five corpses in a single hole and there'd still be room for more. [color=00a651]"This spell will only last for ten minutes. Move quickly."[/color] Tyrael would stand out of Gossk's way so he can safely pull or possibly even lift the sand skiff out from the rocks and somewhere more open where it can be repaired and ready to sail back through the dunes. Meanwhile Tyrael looked over Lynn and the other three women.

[color=00a651]"Are any of you have healing abilities?"[/color] Tyrael says while clutching his arm. It was wrapped so tightly it felt numb to him. [color=00a651]"There's no guarantee our travel to Kalla will be safe. I need whatever healing you can provide if I'm to fight against any further threats during our travels."[/color]