Jumping back as the wasteland horror crashed into the sand, Nelynda kept playing for several bars.  The sheer devastation the male laid out with his blades was... she had no word for it.  "Nice job."  She told him as she put up the lute and sheathed her dagger.  "You might want to stay out of the way of the claws next time."  She advised, her tone perhaps serious, or was there an undercurrent of wry humor there?<br/><br/>"Anyway, let me look at those wounds."  She set about tending to the damage, laying her hands upon the worst of the cuts and forcing them closed with an output of warm, tingling magic.  "This thing was no normal troll."  She noted as she finished.  "He was probably the alpha predator for the area - who knows what travelers he's waylaid over the years?  If we track him back to his lair we might find their corpses."  And their gear, though she let that fact remain implied.<br/><br/>Her healing task complete for the moment, she set about searching the monstrous body.