Sen shook his head.  Maybe, he could hope, the orcs Takal was speaking of were of the same group of orcs of Gruumsh.<br/><br/>Although with what he'd seen walking aorund, he found this less likely.<br/><br/>Still, he perked up again, and nodded to Takal.  "Sir... I can try - can try to... well..."<br/><br/>Opting to let actions explain his words, he clasped his hands together, remaining six or seven feet away from the man.  Takal's shirt glowed for an instant, and with an odd noise that seemed to accompany a weaving thread, the largest tear was repaired.<br/><br/>As his eyes stopped glowing, his ears shifted backwards against his head, as he quietly added, "If that's not enough, I... I can try to fix it mundanely.  I'm an okay tailor."<br/><br/>Mowler's loud exclamation jerked Sen's attention away.  The energetic and skilled drum playing was interesting and entertaining.  He smiled, quietly listening.<br/><br/>(Edit: Uh. Spell utilized is 'mending', which will fix a single tear)