The healer's words brought a nod of thoughtful agreement from the bard, and he tapped a finger against his leg as he added another reason to see Ronin soon. "I don't know... he was already gone when we came out of the Spire yesterday and I haven't had a chance to seek him out yet," he admitted, expression somber. "He was shaken and injured by the initial descent, but I thought he was able to get out before worse befell us." The gas, the insects, the vines... "I will ask him, though. I'd meant to seek him out later, if I can find him." Though with his movements hampered by needing to stay in disguise it did make things more difficult all around.
He held still as Vervain worked her healing arts on him, ruefully reminded that this was the second time it had happened after being exposed to the Spire's gas. He gave her a grateful bow of his head when she was finished, and he did feel more refreshed as she chased away the very last vestiges of the poison's symptoms.
Her questions earned first a nod of confirmation, and then a slow breath as the bard settled himself to recall the Tulmhainar's last words to him. "She said... that it would take the strongest mages in earth and wind. And that it would also take masters of either fire or life drain," he added, frowning thoughtfully. "And she warned that the poison of the plants would grew deadlier as they died, so I think we will need healers as well." He looked back up at her, a flicker of concern in his blue eyes. "Remi is the only one I know of with earth magic, and you are the only one I've seen use wind... but I was hoping you might know others? From Northhaven, or just people you've met who might be able to help?" For fire, he could ask Rory. For life drain, he had already asked Deimos. But ideally the more magic they had, the faster and safe it would go, as they had hopefully learned last time. And they might need more healers, if Vervain was to focus on using her wind magic to keep the poison fog at bay...
He held still as Vervain worked her healing arts on him, ruefully reminded that this was the second time it had happened after being exposed to the Spire's gas. He gave her a grateful bow of his head when she was finished, and he did feel more refreshed as she chased away the very last vestiges of the poison's symptoms.
Her questions earned first a nod of confirmation, and then a slow breath as the bard settled himself to recall the Tulmhainar's last words to him. "She said... that it would take the strongest mages in earth and wind. And that it would also take masters of either fire or life drain," he added, frowning thoughtfully. "And she warned that the poison of the plants would grew deadlier as they died, so I think we will need healers as well." He looked back up at her, a flicker of concern in his blue eyes. "Remi is the only one I know of with earth magic, and you are the only one I've seen use wind... but I was hoping you might know others? From Northhaven, or just people you've met who might be able to help?" For fire, he could ask Rory. For life drain, he had already asked Deimos. But ideally the more magic they had, the faster and safe it would go, as they had hopefully learned last time. And they might need more healers, if Vervain was to focus on using her wind magic to keep the poison fog at bay...
