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Gunter looks up at Kim and rises, wiping his hands on his breeches.

"Good idea. I like my meat medium-rare," he says with a grin. He then turns to go and find Vee.

"Well Little One, it looks like the two of us have been elected as the mules. Want to go back to the beach and haul up the rest of the gear with me?"

"I'm not sure if 'want' is the right word, because sitting next the fire is something I want more. But it's no problem to do it"
Vee smiles at Gunter: "let's become mules"

"and don't name me Little One."

Gunter chuckles at Vee's response and turns toward the path.

"That's the spirit, mules it is! Don't worry, the fire will be there when we get back. And sorry, about fhe Little One. I guess you've proven you know your way around a fight by now. It'll be Vee from here on."

"Thank you." Brax says with a blush, color filling her cheeks for the first time in a while. "I will attempt to help you all soon." Holding her cloak close to her body she closes her eyes, asking Pelor for this favor.

Kim had nodded after Gunter's remark about the meat, with a rare smile. "I will see to it."

Henry volunteers to accompany Gunter and Vee. "The young lady has been injured, I will take part of her burden."

The two fighters bring in the rest of the equipment without incident and find dinner prepared.

(OOC 1: Brax will have to rest for at least four hours before she regains any clerical powers.
OOC 2: Are there things you wish to discuss over dinner or should we FF to morning?)

(Gunter is good to go for the morning)

Amon will eat his dinner in thoughtful silence, pausing now and again to feed a small portion to Dogmeat. Echo will also eat her meal in silence, but more out of a lack of desire to socialize than anything else.

(OOC: Brax will change when she gets her clothes back, and sit in silent prayer, the Spiders are still haunting her.)

(ooc: I'm also for moving on)

(ooc: moving on is good for me)

The party eats their evening meal mostly in silence, nobody seems inclined to talking, and they retire quite early.

The next morning dawns slowly, it is foggy and a slow drizzle covers everything in moisture. Henry had spent the night in the rocky recess the party had found him in, since the tents are only three-man each and fully occupied. He arrives in the morning and calls out: "Hello! Are you folks awake yet?"

"Good morning." She smiles weakly, her body still ached, calling on Pelor she heals herself, and Vee.

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Brax Prayed to Pelor for healing, (Takes all 4 slots with Cure lights)

Cure Light on herself: 1d8=4 (Does at least 5hp so, 5hp)

Cure Light on Vee: 1d8=2 (Again, min of 5)

She then checks the others for wounds, bandaging them as best she can.

(OOC: Where do these minimums come from?)

(OCC: They came from the offical Guidance on Clerics of Pelor from the Greyhawk Adventures...

All healing spells do at least median healing = 5 hp for CLW.

I believe I sent them to you when you took over.)

Henry watches Brax's healing in silence. When she is done, he asks: "Have you made any plans for the day yet? Discussed them at the campfire yesterday perhaps?"