Gorosk felt in a fog as they returned to the sanctuary of the temple.  Though it was not the sort of temple he was used to it provided the same peace of mind he had always felt in such places.  They were all alive, there would be time now to heal and rest.  There would be time to talk through their experiences and determine their futures.  Gorosk was happy to have a future in a way he never really had been before.  The spectre of death had always been a vague looming threat unlikely to be encountered for many years.  He had trained his body to ensure he would enjoy a long life, he would have plenty of time to discover his limits and perfect the self.  Today he had encountered the sobering reality of it all.  He was not nearly so far along his path as he liked to think.

As the priest moved from one of the party to the next Gorosk felt the warmth of such magical healing for the second time that day.  The potion had brought him back from the brink of death and kept him moving well enough to return here, but the priest healed him the rest of the way.  As the priest bowed slightly to him and moved on to the next of the party Gorosk could feel the warmth continue for a moment and then gradually fade.  Small spots of warmth remaining a bit longer where the talons of the fetid beasts had first torn at his skin.

"Thank you Priest," he muttered as he reached around his back to feel at the last remaining bits of warmth where his skin had sealed back together.  He saw the Goliath matter of factly disrobe to clean herself and decided he ought to do the same, though with more modesty.  He unwrapped his arms and rubbed the cool water into his arms and hands, scrubbing hard to get any dried blood or other filth off his skin.  Wetting his hands and arms again he scrubbed at his chest to clean away any dirt or blood that might have splashed up on him, then poured more over his back trying to clean his wounded back as best as possible.  Finally he pooled water in his hands and went to work at his feet to ensure none of the abundant filth of the rat den floor might stay with him.

Satisfied and weary Gorosk sought out a spot near the fire.  He had had quite enough of being wet and cold.  He glanced from one party member to the other and smiled to himself.  They were not the sort of warriors he had grown accustomed too through his monastery upbringing but there could be no doubt they were each of them warriors.