[center][b][h1]Iraleth Kyrios[/h1][/b][/center]

Protected as she was by her bulwark of plate, Iraleth wasn't as banged up as she could have been: no few bruises, but nothing that wouldn't heal. She stood, catching the last bit from the two bandits before they fled like cravens. Her lips pursed. Bastards. She slammed the tip of her sword into the dirt in frustration before turning back around to help Rio up. 

[b]"Are you well? Had we not been restricted by these rings, I would offer healing."[/b] The thought brought another frown to her face. [b]"Of course, had we not been restricted by these rings, those brigands would have been rust upon our swords. Distressing."[/b]

Once Rio was confirmed well, she turned towards the others, affording Otis a brief nod.

[b]"Good shot. You likely saved our lives with that stunt."[/b] She complimented, before considering his words. After a moment, Iraleth gave in with a sigh, nodding her assent. [b]"I hate to turn tail and run, but he is correct. We ought to send for a church escort if we wish to make it to the city at this rate. The majority of our group is unable to fight effectively without Essence, and you are injured, Professor."[/b] A frown.

[b]"I hadn't thought there to be such a coordinated and well-planned group of brigands in these parts. The local patrols have been remiss in their duties.[/b]