"Just Ursaren is alright. I'm not one for big names." responded Ursaren to Jezebeths question about what she should call him. He felt a sense of relief wash over him as the knight accepted his offer. To think that she was once confined within the dark feelings within her, only to then be brought out by this old soul was incredible, and a sight that would be cherished for the remainder of Ursaren's short life... or maybe long life. The priest didn't know how long he had left at this point, and if Jezebeth was his mark on the world, than by Maestus he was gonna leave her on a good note!
Ursaren stepped back for a second and skimmed over Jezebeth's current condition, and this was when he noticed that she had a slowly spreading spot of crimson forming around her left knee. The old man raised his eyebrow at it and spoke again. "Jezebeth, your leg is bleeding... and pretty badly at that. Give me a slight second here..." The old man stabbed his trident into the ground and got down onto his knees, raising a hand to Jezebeth's injured leg, and a warm blue glow enveloped where the wound was. To Jezebeth, this was a bit of a stinging feeling, but it would soon be followed by the relief of a mended wound. Ursaren knew his fair share of healing spells and alchemy, so this wasn't a hefty struggle to uphold for him.
Once all had been said and done, he looked to Calanon with a nod and exclaimed to the group. "Who wants to go kill some dragons?" The priest wasn't one for lollygagging, and if he was to help get Jezebeth back on the road to a happier life, he saw no better way than to try and fight the dragon in order to bring out the true knight she once was. Either that or Ursaren could convince the party that his curse was something he could control with an iron fist.
