Grinning back at Malark, the half dragonborn made a gesture with her hand, teasingly taunting, "Weeell, I do know the spell cure wounds, and I thiiink I might just finally be able to cast it, I just haven't had a good opportunity before! Not going to whine about the missed opportunity though, as thanks to you cutie, I didn't have to expend my own magicks! Heeehe"~, before heading out the door and around the church, not spying any citizens about, Rissle lead the way with quick steps, sending her gut full of liquids sloshing about loudly. She was heading to take a closer look on that drainage pipe!<br/><br/>On the way there, Rissle wouldn't hail her companions, not wanting to give either the town or Malark any un-needed information just yet! Inspecting the pipe, the ranger kicked it lightly, which made quite a bit of a racket, leaving her to huff and puff, before turning to Malark and asking, "You don't think there is a way to make the metal creak less? Like, wrapping it up in cloth, maybe?"