[h1][color=beige][center]Kythor[/center][/color][/h1]

[i][color=beige]"I figure we might have to do a little bit of convincin' to get them to hand over too much,"[/color][/i] Kythor replied, before lowering his voice significantly. [i][color=beige]"Well, maybe a bit more if these people think their fishermen have gone 'n gotten themselves killed out there. Obviously in that case, they're in no rush to hand over life savin' supplies to save the lives 'a people who are already dead, yeah?"[/color][/i] Although he didn't plan to operate with a single possibility in mind, he did at least put some consideration into their needs - namely if the fishermen were alive. Food would be a necessity for them, but Kythor had no fear of food shortages: a simple magical spell taught to him by the druid he once called his mentor would provide sustenance to up to ten bodies. Excluding his company, this left them with six spare Goodberries to distribute among any survivors. Extra clothing, healers kits, and possibly even repair kits, however, were best left to the hands of the townsfolk's generosity. While it was true that Kythor had a very minimal capacity to heal others, he preferred to avoid using that spell as much as he could. It was a very powerful drain to his magical energy, and he imagined it would be more efficient to let the Goodberries patch up any minor wounds to begin with. With that in mind, he spoke up once again.

[i][color=beige]"Doubt food's gonna be much of a concern for any of us, regardless of the state of the fishermen when we find 'em,"[/color][/i] Kythor says, [i][color=beige]"unless somehow we end up with a body count higher than 'bout ten. As for what I can offer once we're out on the water: I can help row us, or I can assist Kyra in keeping watch. After all, the more eyes we have searching for our target, the better, yeah?"[/color][/i]