<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GhFuQV8.jpg)</div>Blaise quickly tied her holy symbol about her neck.  She wasn't exactly sure how they had clung to their instruments, and no small wonder that their weapons hadn't disappeared into the ocean.  It was obvious to her that whomever this Lord was, he was taking good care of them.<br/><br/>She examined the cuts on her hands, then sat on Roen's bed and examined her feet.  Maybe she'd gotten all the cuts from clinging to the railing, or the driftwood.  Her feet scraping against the rocky shore while they moved in and out on the tide?   She wasn't certain.<br/><br/>She then turned to Roen and looked him over.  She saw he was breathing and alive from the other side of the room.  Closer to him now, she looked for any signs of more serious wounds.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Int Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Blaise rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment: Intelligence<br/>Result: 5,<br/>Total: 10<br/></div></div>