Oswald was listening intently and eagerly, but then frowns at hearing about how she could lose her God's blessings for something he would consider a trivial offense.
He speaks up, a sound of concern in his voice; "I am surprised that your Goddess would do such a thing. Scars are a part of life, and I have many from years of dungeon delving."
He turns towards her. "Scars can be beautiful too." Smiling at her, fully and honestly and possibly for the first real time, he pauses for a moment before asking. "What do you consider beautiful?"
Jack answers Oswald's grin with a good-natured shrug of the shoulders as he drops 2 silvery ducats in his friend's open palm, adding: "As it turns out, these are the very same coins you gave me while back at the inn… what comes around… you know what they say."
As the group gets under way again, he winces with pain and notices his right knee is swelling slightly from a glancing but nasty blow he took from the debris hurled by the worm's appearance at the start of the fight. He turns to Fay, walking next to him: "Any magical band-aid left for a limping spy, here ? I know we're supposed to keep an eye on the rear, but at this rate I might be left dragging along these dark tunnels while you all jog on towards sunlight and fresh air: not a happy thought, that one !"
He flashes a dazzling smile to the bard, which quickly turns into a small frown of pain as the rogue stumbles yet again along the path.
Out of Character:
Took 10 damage from the rocks, down at 19 HP (Jack has only 29 total, thanks to that great HP roll of 1 for his level 6 hit points, remember that one ?). Nothing tragic, but any help would be appreciated.
Silas responds to Mari in a quiet voice that would not carry, "No, I didn't have to, but I chose to. Whatever else is going on, do not make the mistake of thinking your life is not worth saving. The people here value you for who you are, not just what you can do."
More loudly he states, "I suggest we keep moving, it will be safer to rest outside."
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One of the javelin throwers stops and falls over, making odd sleep noises almost before he hits the ground. Zarra casts about for a hiding place, but this area is low scrubland, with a handful of trees too small to hide behind. She could conceal herself in one of the clusters of bushes, but they'd have little difficulty in keeping track of her general whereabouts.
In the meantime the bullywugs continue to bound forward, closing the distance.
Edited: daishain on 17th Aug, 2017 - 3:59pm
Poljen nods at the direction Silas gives. "Come, my fellow scout. Let us find the way ahead and maybe even find a place to set camp." His left hand hangs loosely, close to the large wound on his torso, as if he might scratch it at any moment.
Continuing to try and flee, Zarra takes out her hand crossbow and starts shooting off volleys to the nearest bullywugs. She also begins calling out as she moves away from the amphibian humanoids. She grits her teeth, her wound hurting and bleeding as she tries to get away.
Edited: Thomaslee on 17th Aug, 2017 - 7:31pm
As Cratol passes by after the call for scouts to the front, Oswald turns away from Lia momentarily and pats Cratol on his shoulder; "Do you think you can take point?" He looks back to Lia and then back to Cratol, signalling that he is in the middle of a conversation.
He is clearly relaxed, possibly too much so, giving a sign that his mind is already out of the Undermountain and on the surface beyond. He even smiles back to Jharen, calling back; "I'll keep these silver separate for when I lose them back to you later."
He then turns back to Lia, eager to hear her reply.