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

[i][color=beige]"I'm hopin' you've learned your lesson,"[/color][/i] The tiefling butted in with a sigh. [i][color=beige]"Brashness and a quick hand might work in wherever parts you're from, but you're gonna need to use your head if you're gonna last anywhere else."[/color][/i] Kythor closes his eyes, the utterances of a spell resonating from him as he draws his hand through the air in intricate, subtle motions. When he finishes his chanting, he opens his eyes and places it onto the dragonborn's shoulder. His hand lingers there for a moment, before a bright green glow radiates from his hand, restoring some of Zagren's vitality as some of his wounds are mended. The magic spell cast, Kythor begins to walk away to join the others in the back room. Before he enters, however, he stops and turns just outside the entrance. [i][color=beige]"Consider that your freebie,"[/color][/i] Kythor calls out. [i][color=beige]"Next time you get yourself all bloodied up like that tryin' to prove yourself... You're gonna have to take it to the town's healer. I don't have a lot of it to go around, and I'm not prone to wastin' it on things that can be easily prevented."[/color][/i]

Having said his piece, Kythor turns back and finally heads into the back room.

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Kythor expends a 1st level spell slot to cast Cure Wounds, healing Zagren for a total of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/22665]11 HP[/url], before joining the others in the back rooms to witness the seance. This leaves him with 1 more 1st level spell slot available.