[hr][hr][center][h1][color=f26522]Azra Flametongue[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr]
Azra stumbled back in abject horror as the party healer brought the mace down on the head of their fallen comrade with a sickening crunching sound. A shower of blood and gore spat out from beneath its spiked head, splattering Azra across the face and torso. Still on his hands and knees he drew away, not quite believing what he had just witnessed. He reached up to wipe the blood from his face, only to realise his own hand was even more covered in it than his face was. 

[color=f26522]"I thought you were supposed to be some kind of bloody healer?!"[/color] He snapped angrily at the tortle. [color=f26522]"Well, what fucking good are you if that's the first thing you try?! Remind me to never come to you for any kind of injury, I am rather attached to my head, and would prefer the sort of treatments that kept it in one piece. And y'know, NOT DEAD!"[/color] 

Azra got to his feet and cast prestidigitation on himself, using the charm to quickly clean the blood and dirt off of his clothing, returning them to their unsoiled state. When he was finished he rounded on the Eldarin mage who seemed to have suddenly found his tongue.

[color=f26522]"And you! You're one to talk! Maybe if you hadn't been so busy reading your precious fucking book this whole time, we might have spotted that ambush earlier and none of this would have happened?! So maybe you should learn that lesson, perhaps I'll even write it in a fucking book for you if that make's it easier!"[/color] He took a deep breath and regained what little was left of his composure. When he continued it was in a somewhat calmer tone, though a single tear did roll down his cheek as he spoke. [color=f26522]"Now, if you'll excuse me. I am going to help send off our dearly departed Ironhunk."[/color]

Azra walked over to where the tortle laboured with the makeshift funeral pyre, passing close by the fighter's gathered effects as he did so. Though his face still looked genuinely distraught, anyone paying close attention to the tiefling's prehensile scarlet tail, might have noticed the tip of it suddenly dart into the pile of belongings. When it flicked back around to its owner, it was carrying something: the rest of the fallen warrior's coin purse. 

Unfortunately, the coiled tip of the tail was not strong enough to hold the small pouch securely, and instead it scattered the remaining coins across the ground in front of Azra. He stopped dead in his tracks, looked the other party members in the eyes, and then very noticeably and very visibly bent down to pick up the fallen coins.

[color=f26522]"Oh what?! He probably would have probably wanted me to have it anyway! Being the only one to show some goddamn compassion!"[/color]

The tiefling walked off with a huff and helped finish the pyre. When commanded he cast a brief spell, and the logs below it burst into flame. As the flames took, he listened to the words the tortle whispered to him silently. Nothing to say, for once.

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[hider=Azra's Actions][list][*]Azra cast [url=https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Prestidigitation#content]prestidigitation[/url] on himself and made use of the clean object effect.
[*]Azra attempted a slight of hand check to take Ironheart's remaining gold and failed, with a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21226]7[/url].
[*]Azra cast [url=https://www.dndbeyond.com/spells/create-bonfire]create bonfire[/url] setting the flammable objects beneath Ironheart's body aflame.[/list][/hider]
[center][i][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/campaigns/826]Azra's Rolls[/url][/i][/center]