Vani was amazed at the power that Mammonie had displayed, and kept looking her weapon. [color=tan][b]"So...a golem spoke into your mind and your weapon manifested? Sounds divine in nature to me...but I don't know of any Golem Gods."[/b][/color] Vani was lost in thought as they walked along, brought back to reality by Mammonie's attempts at explaining how a gun worked. [color=tan][b]"Oh, so its like one of those Magilocks that I've seen people carrying around. ...If that's how powerful one can get, I can definitely see the appeal. You took that thing out in an instant!"[/b][/color]

Then came the question of Gram's well-being, to which Vani would reply with: [color=tan][b]"She'll be just fine. Gram's tougher to kill than most anyone I know. Plus, I've been healing her as we walked. One big benefit of being a Paladin is healing people just by touching them for a while. As for me...aches and bruises, but I'll live. If I took a direct hit like Gram did though, I'd imagine you'd have a holey paladin instead of a holy one."[/b][/color] Lame joke aside, Vani at least seemed to be alright, and as a small curvature of rock and snow came into sight, he picked up the pace. [color=tan][b]"As for what that thing was...it was...I guess you could say an ascended angel. They're like, beings that used to serve the Goddess Divine before she went mad, and followed her into madness. They don't show up often but they take an army to defeat usually. Oh, there! That's the cave we used."[/b][/color]

Inside, the smooth inner walls of the cave were dark and chilly, but it was a far cry from the frozen waste outside. Vani's light spell would make it easy to move around, and he would set Gram down with a length of cloth atop her, freshly unfurled from his traveling supplies. A bunch of burnt up firewood was sitting in the middle of the cave but looked useless as could be. Vani would crack his neck before turning to the cave entrance. [color=tan][b]"I'll go get some firewood, and then we can cook up some of these rations I brought. We won't be here long; Gram can conjure her chariot again once she wakes up, and we'll be back to civilization in no time. I'll be back,"[/b][/color] the paladin would say, marching out into the cold to get wood for a fire.

Mammonie would be left alone with Gram, who's breathing was stabilizing now that she was laying down. If she focused hard enough, she could see the bar representing Gram's vitality slowly climbing back up...but there was also a portion beyond it. A deathly slate gray far beyond her bar, as if she had negative HP. 

[color=gray][b]"I thought he'd never leave,"[/b][/color] Gram said, rolling onto her side suddenly and looked at Mammonie. [color=gray][b]"You pass."[/b][/color]