"I am Lord Enebish the Old, descended of the God of the Skies," the aged goliath rumbled, turning from his work at starting a fire to examine the injured kobold, his brow furrowing at the sight of the damage, " I can save his life, but only a true healer can save his arm."<br/><br/>Little blue wisps surrounded his hand as he laid... a single finger (which was nearly as big as a kobold's hand) on the kobold's forehead, channeling enough healing energy to stabilize his system. "You are not ready to return to the sky."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spoiler</div><div class="spoiler_body">A bit of lay on hands to give our adora-cleric some time to work, I think!</div></div>