"Man, that thing is just... creepy." Aya said lowly as she gazed upon the Retriever, pondering her own spells. If Mirnea and her ended up fighting this thing she'd end up on the front lines... one eye-beam away from being a pile of dust on the floor, like Ley'liana, like that big druid... like their mage... even Maren. She was honestly shocked she'd lived this long.<br/><br/>"And fuck! It burned my fucking armor, do you know how hard it is to get ENCHANTED GORGON LEATHER -patched-? Really hard! And it'll never look the same either." The bard sighed and gestured at the little rip. "Need to like... wrap a piece of cloth around it or something. Sigh."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>