It was a tired, worn creature who walked into the Cheddar Cellar.<br/><br/>Sen was his name, and he'd spent the past... well, it felt like an eternity roving from location to location.  It seemed everywhere he went, there were more of the mousefolk militia, many with various levels of wounds.  He had used a spell here, bandages there, and moved from location to location healing wounds.<br/><br/>Most of the mousefolk were fairly used to the goblin walking through town.  He, after all, had been there since quite a bit before the snows arrived in the first place, and thus knew most of the people in town.  He typically jumped at every shadow, every change in light, timid beyond relief... but now, he had good reason to be paranoid.<br/><br/>So Sen, the goblin cleric, with his silver holy symbol hanging off his front, stepped into the tavern.<br/><br/>And, quite frankly, froze there for a bit as there were quite a few people he'd never seen before, most of whom were comparably huge.<br/><br/>He swallowed, as his eyes skimmed the group... until he saw Geno.  This caused him to relax a bit... Geno was from the town, after all, thus Sen had met him quite a few times.  Anyone Geno was relaxing with was probably - probably okay.<br/><br/>He also noticed that everyone in the small group was wounded, and considerably so.  Intimidated as he was, seeing people who were wounded jarred him into action.  He swallowed, and took a deep breath to steady himself, then walked towards the group.  He stood under three feet tall, forcing him to look almost straight up at pretty much everyone else there, but primarily Geno.<br/><br/>"G-Geno!"  He swallowed for a moment; being the focus of attention by anyone larger than him always made him a bit uncomfortable.  "Y-you and your friends look pretty bad."<br/><br/>He put a bit of emphasis on 'friends', unsure quite how to react to the people he'd never seen before.  Clasping his holy symbol firmly in his right hand, he extended his left, which glowed as it neared Geno's body.<br/><br/>[Cure Moderate Wounds, 22 points healed]<br/><br/>"Sorry... I was helping other people in town." He said, apologetically.  There was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, but he refused to let it bother him as he turned to the rest, who seemed all at various levels of hurt.  One, the human, seemed more grievously wounded than anyone else.<br/><br/>Swallowing again, and steeling himself, he stepped towards the man.  "G-greetings.  My n-name's Sen, Cleric of Nahrung."<br/><br/>He hesitated for another instant, looking at the people there, with an extra look at Lilandra.  Then, attempting to shake it off, he moved towards Takal.<br/><br/>"I... I'm a h-healer.  Please, I can help."<br/><br/>And again he hesitated, assuming Geno would suggest as such if he was making a poor action, or possibly that someone else would speak.<br/><br/>(That was all good, right? Rolls are done on the honor system? Was that too many actions?  Was that too long?)