"Captured by bandits? I hope he recovers soon so we can find out where he was held. Is there anything we can do to assist you in caring for the man? I also saw your tools and building materials outside. Would you like some help with any repairs?"
"His neck?" Jhod asks. "It seems fine, his larynx is of normal size. He didn't come in with any cuts to his jugular though. Maybe some blood spatter from an uncooked meal? Perhaps I should cover it up for warmth." He moves to get a cloth and cover the man's neck.
The man shivers and coughs as Zork puts the coin to his neck. "Oh look," Jhod says. "You're freezing him. I don't want any of this superstition here." He brushes the coin aside and places the woollen cloth on his neck. "As it is, the only silver I have is a few coins. But you shouldn't be worrying about the words from the doomsayers at the church of Iomedae."
"The repairs will have to wait," He replies to Archival. "But I have made good progress. The front steps are finished and this cavern is becoming more functional. But I should be able to complete it on my own." Looking around, the cave walls that used to be a bit chaotic do look more like compartmentalised rooms and the steps are no longer cracked and falling apart.
"His wounds looked like they were from something only kind of sharp. Claws - possibly. More probably low hanging branches. There was one clean wound like a blade would have done. It could be that the bandits injured him on purpose. It's just terrible to think about what they did."
Out of Character: The comment about the Heal check was for Zork. Basically I took your perception roll and applied your heal modifier instead to get 18, which was still enough to get information. Note that Heal is not a trained-only skill so anyone can use it.
Zork frowns and backs away. He whispers to his comrade, "There is something suspicious here."
Zork tries to see if the man can talk, "What's your name, where are you from?"
Out of Character: That's just it, I'm not attempting to heal, I was trying to see if he had any reaction to the silver as werewolves do.
Mykael stands more firmly taking his back off of the wall when Jhod mentions the Church of Iomedae and its "Doomsayers" He glances toward Jhod and his companions as they converse, but decides not to challenge Jhod on the matter since they are in Jhod's temple as his guests, and Mykael would consider it rude to do so. Instead, he tugs at his armor and returns to looking out the door to watch for anyone approaching; however, he occasionally casts a suspicious glance back at the injured man and his hand instinctively grabs the hilt of his sword concerned about the mans condition; he begins to wonder whether the danger is not already in the temple.
Seeing Zork whisper to Archival but unable to hear what Zork tells him, Mykael becomes even more anxious and on guard.
The man can't talk, his only responses are faint moans.
"He's been like this since midday," Jhod says. "I only got to talk to him for ten minutes during lunch. I can't believe I forgot to ask his name! Worry not, I'll prepare the correct spells tomorrow."
As the minutes pass, the moon begins to ascend, peeking above the mountains to the east and bringing a little more light to the clearing. Moments later Mykael and Theaton hear the faint sound of something walking through the underbrush approaching the clearing. It doesn't sound like it's hiding its presence and could be something large, like a horse or two.
Out of Character: When you rolled you were checking the wounds. I let Heal cover anything you want to do that's related to medicine, anything any kind of doctor would do today including check-ups. The reaction to the coin was obvious enough to not require a check and I described it above.
Theaton asks, "Jhod my friend. If he is experiencing shivers and other conditions maybe we should tie his hands and ankles to he does not try to get up in a feverish dream and hurt himself. I would hate to see that happen."
Theaton gets his bow out and ready in case what or who is making the noise is hostile.
Archival raises his brow slightly before catching on to the thought process of his companions. Not wanting to offent Jhod, he holds his tongue and takes a neutral stance, walking out to Mykael. As he approaches he gives a conspiratorial grin and whispers, “It seems Jhod has some slight hiccup with the clergy of Iomedae. I wonder if it is personal or a canonical difference between the two clergies. My entertainment never seems to cease. I am going to withhold my opinion on what is going on. It seems the fates have a sense of humor when I start making assumptions.”