[center][h3]Iddin[/h3][/center]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/TMocGqd.png[/img][/center] 

Iddin almost steps back to the fray, but the wound halts him. The priest clutches the bloody patch and whispers a few words. The surface bleeding glazes over to a thin layer of glass. Not a real treatment, but it will stop the wound. He chuckles as Etor steps in front of him.

[b]Iddin:[/b] [i]"You're making my job easier, Etor."[/i]

The stale wind whispers through Iddin's garments as he raises a hand toward Etor. The priest hits the ground in a simple driving beat.

[b]Iddin:[/b] [i]"Let this man be worthy of Zuzu's grace! He stands against the fetid Yeeks and their unworthy god. Divine flesh shall grow where Etor's was lost. He hears false sound. Fill his ears with the sound of grace. Standing apart from some of our company, he respects Zuzu's great name. Reward the pious, so the impious may see their errors before they join Arallu beneath."[/i]

Iddin trusts his staff forward dramatically, and the thin layer of sand inside the chamber pours towards Etor. It crawls along his skin like insects seeking out his blood. Iddin clenches his empty hand when the grains coalesce on Etor's wounds. The sand suddenly heats up, cauterizing the wound in one painful moment. It then melts together and hardens, restoring the skin to what it was before.

The stiff replacement quickly adjusted to its host and was soon identical to the original. Well, at least, it looked and felt that way.

[center][sub][i]Iddin stays still at 10-30, casting Heal on Etor. Etor gains 4 VIT. Iddin gains 11 EXP and 1 Theurgy EXP, losing 1 Heal durability.[/i][/sub][/center]