"If this was anywhere else but the Realm, I would say that your crazier than the Mad Hatter." commented the Drow slipping under the Monk's good shoulder to support him. "But since we are here, I guess speaking in tongues seems to be the order of the day." Helping Ral over to where Thothalas lay, Sterling gently lowered the Monk down next to the unconscious High Elf, "A word of advice, Ral. Before you try to heal him, I highly recommend that you use your Chi to heal yourself. And yes, I know a little bit about Chi healing. Back on Earth, I studied Tai Chi and I know what can be done when its properly or improperly used."
"Dan, Ashleyien, are you two alright?" inquired the Dark Elf turning his attention to his two friends. Before they could respond, the Swordsman interjected, "Wait a minute, I think we're going to have some company."
Looking towards the direction of the town and raising the binoculars Zakiyah made for them to his eyes, the Swordsman was barely able to make out torch-bearing figures approaching them in the on-coming gloom of night.
"Dan, Ashleyien, could both of you please be the spokespeople for the group during our stay in Stinkwell? If the townsfolk are human, I don't know how they'll react to a couple of Elves in their midst. It's best to be on the safe side--just in case."
((A Point To Ponder))
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