loren
Loren’s efforts with his bear were more than sufficient. However, given the weight of the stones and the many times they’d already failed at this task, he found himself focusing his whole attention on shifting one rock after another, trying to ignore the ache in his arms. He managed to move the last of his rocks and was dusting off his hand when a sickening crunch filled the air.
Instantly he looked around for the source, and was just in time to see Jigano shift a large stone from his obviously broken foot. Immediately, the Launceleyn was by the white-haired man's side, moving past the General and Zuriel to kneel by the Provost's side.
However, Loren paused there, hands hovering over the bard's skin. "I can do you one better, and heal you up so you can walk under your own power. That work for you?" Assuming he got even the slightest hint of permission from Jigano, the Launceleyn would touch the white-haired man and heal the rest of the damage, knitting bones as easily as the bard had knitted flesh.
Instantly he looked around for the source, and was just in time to see Jigano shift a large stone from his obviously broken foot. Immediately, the Launceleyn was by the white-haired man's side, moving past the General and Zuriel to kneel by the Provost's side.
However, Loren paused there, hands hovering over the bard's skin. "I can do you one better, and heal you up so you can walk under your own power. That work for you?" Assuming he got even the slightest hint of permission from Jigano, the Launceleyn would touch the white-haired man and heal the rest of the damage, knitting bones as easily as the bard had knitted flesh.
Never judge a book by its cover.
