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Iddin surveys the battlefield again. Only a few of their enemies remained outside the gate. The Hellions had the advantage! Blissfully unaware of the other mercenary company's emergence, the priest calls out to his comrades.

[b]Iddin: [/b] [i]Charge! Rout them outside the gate and claim our spoils in these dwellings! If they desire to break their own defenses down to charge us, so be it. But for now we may slaughter and enjoy the riches![/i]

The priest spots Makeen, wounded ahead. Confident his bandmates would dispatch the spearmen ahead, Iddin sprints forward with a great whistling cacophony. He comes to a halt besides Makeen and kicks up a great plume, falling short of the thief's neck. Iddin's staff sings with a violent thrust as he cants and Makeen's wounds are filled in.

[b]Iddin: [/b] [i]Blessed be Zuzu's fortune! Recover this man so that he may drink of the beer you grant. Let him grant swift death to his enemies and live twice as joyful for each, for he is given your grace and they are denied![/i]

[center][sub][i]Iddin moves 6 tiles to 16-32 and casts Heal on Makeen.
Makeen gains 9 VIT (17/17).
Iddin gains 18 EXP and 1 Theurgy, losing 1 Heal durability.[/i][/sub][/center]