<span style="font-style: italic">Mechanics</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Cure Light Wounds: Gorun: 1d8+1: <span style="font-weight: bold">7</span> [1d8=6]; 1d8+1: <span style="font-weight: bold">8</span> [1d8=7]<br/>Wand Charges: 36</div></div></div><br/><br/>It took a couple of good pokes with the wand to mend Gorun back to rights again, but once he was as good as new Albali stepped back and nodded in satisfaction. There was, after all, plenty of him to get hurt, especially if he was going to be the jumping in front of the cultists each time. Her fingers itched to do some real healing - not just prodding people with this silly stick that almost anyone could use - but she had a feeling the worst was yet to come. Of course, if she hadn't been overcautious yesterday, she would have been able to get her fix. Healing Xarithe - even thought she'd been angry at him - had felt good. It felt<span style="font-style: italic">right</span>. Almost like 'eating gnomes' right.<br/><br/>She turned again, glancing about to make sure everyone else was healthy or close enough, before she frowned and put her hands on her hips. "Druid, perhaps your own scaled friend could use your attentions, before we move. But you're right - we should keep moving, and use every bit of surprise we have. Ain, back on your wings and out the door - I find it hard to believe we have not been overheard." The bird croaked his reply, not even deigning to reply in Elven, but he hunched down and sprung into the air, circling once before Albali propped the door enough for him to swoop out. He alighted momentarily on her shoulder along the way, digging in his talons, but she didn't so much as flinch. Except for a few beats of his wings, he was silent as he rose up to cast an eye down on the compounds.<br/><br/>"We'll need our fairy back now, naga," the witch said, skirting the fence between hurried command and respectful request. "No matter what she's doing in there. I can only imagine. I'm sure you know the contents of this room better than we would by a glanceabout. Is there anything that will help us in the other rooms. Any particular dangers for which we should be prepared?"<br/><br/>Crossing the room again to the door leading out to the breezeway, she tried to feel through it for any magical auras emanating from the building beyond. [Sense magic]