The camp burst to life, Petre almost immediately out of his tent with his greatsword in hand, chainshirt hanging off his shoulder and bunched at his chest as he shrugged to get it on better.  He scanned looking for anyone who was attacking, but quickly saw Valla as the source of the screaming.  He walked briskly to her, glancing down at Tommy and her blood-soaked hands, "By Pelor..." he whispered, stepping to the side in perfect timing with Saul's arrival.<br/><br/>Saul was obviously dead asleep moments ago, his eyes still showed it, but he had pulled on his cloak for modesty, but even that trailed back, his sleeping clothes clearly evident.  He slid to his knees next to him, eyes on Tommy as his words attended Valla, "What happened?  I need to know everything, now..." he commanded, voice full of authority like he'd never used before.  The tone of it carried weight like Julian's never did.  He clutched his holy symbol and began muttering a prayer.  Hands glowing with bright yellow light, they charged to Tommy's body and spun around it, flesh beginning to mend where the poison was not present.  Saul looked back up to Valla and nodded, "Poisoned too?  ...I'll have to wait until morning,  I did not request that grace..." he lamented, a calculated guess that seemed as good as any.<br/><br/>"Petre, mind setting up a watch to make sure whatever attacked Tommy didn't follow them here?  I don't want to put others at risk."  He stood and waived him over, shaking his head as he corrected himself, "First help me move him to his tent..." he commanded again, Petre in no way arguing.  Carefully they raised him and moved him, Saul waiving in Valla as they did to continue her explanation.