<blockquote><div><cite>Sashi wrote:</cite>"I have no problem with her... though I don't want to hear another word out of you."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Very well, then." Jazyk releases the white-skinned girl's chain and gives her a shove forward. "Altid. See to Miss Sashi's wounds."<br/><br/>"Yes, master Jazyk." Altid approaches and kneels by Sashi to examine her injuries. She winces in sympathy as her fingers trace the angry-looking bruises on Sashi's neck.<br/><br/>"Please hold still," she whispers to Sashi. "This will only take a moment."<br/><br/>Altid's finger's knead into the blue-black marks around Sashi's collar, each press of her fingers re-awakening nerves with a throb of pain. But each brief moment of discomfort is quickly followed by relief: a cool, numbing sensation that tingles pleasantly. Sashi's bruises shrink, then disappear completely as Altid's hands undo the work of Greth's. Once Sashi's neck is repaired, Altid repeats the process on her wrists, kneading away the discomfort of her restraints.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">Altid casts <a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/cureModerateWounds.htm">cure moderate wounds</a>: 2d8 (5) + 11 = 16 damage healed<br/>Altid casts <a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/cureLightWounds.htm">cure light wounds</a>: 1d8 (5) + 8 = 13 damage healed</span><br/><br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile, Jazyk ignores Sashi's rejection and presses on with his offer.<br/><br/>"I have to admit, Sashi, that you have impressed me. Few people have stood up to Greth as well as yourself, and fewer still have lived to tell of their accomplishments. And such vigor! Greth tells me you kicked at him until your air ran out- isn't that right, Greth?"<br/><br/>"Yurh," Greth agrees, grimacing. His stomach appears to be sporting several foot-shaped bruises.<br/><br/>"I intended to sell you to the Sogluyem as fodder," Jazyk continues, "but I see that your talents would be lost on those shortsighted nobles. No, your place is in the Armellian arena- In fact, I could easily see you claiming the title of champion... with proper sponsorship, of course."<br/><br/>"Think about it, Sashi. Which would you prefer: to be pampered, well-fed, and beloved by the crowds, as are Lady Puime and the other Sogluyem warriors? Or to live the rest of your short life in squalor, awaiting the next Sogluyem craving?"