The scene of the slaughter was quiet as she approached, and Joli's steps continued without nasty surprises. As she made her way to the dead, she'd come to see the fight had been certainly fierce, many of the bodies were quite badly mangled, and the fight must have taken a while to carry out to an end. Regardless, as she gathered some of the rocks, she ended up with a fair share of small pieces with their own glow. Far weaker than the actual ingots, they were still bright enough to illuminate their surroundings somewhat.<br/><br/>Picking up the ointmentjar and touching it to the grace on her leg Joli would find the spot tingling somewhat, the feeling similar of a bit of electricity one might feel on a thunderstorm night from some people. A small zap spreading through the flesh over and over, the spot of skin starting to heal swiftly. A bit of chill followed by a flush of heat, something certainly went on in that spot of the skin even with a dap. Still, the results were not arguable. The wound looked like a while had passed and it was on its way to having healed.<br/><br/>It took some time though. Good half a minute from the first tinglings to finish. It seemed it would be next to useless in combat if it took that long to work, but outside of combat, it might help stave off the worst.<br/><br/>Going through the goblin pocketsthere briefly, she came up with several crude arrows and bows, as well as crude sharpened iron 'pigpokers' that would have worked for shortswords for the goblins. The drow had taken their fallen allies weapons with them, too. There was still some 16 silver pieces among the goblins, and a hastily scribbled note in goblin, the crude letters hard to read though.<br/><br/>There was also something else though, one of the goblins was wearing well made bracers of some form, fine steel with fur lining their inside, the bracers metal decorated with image of a man and a woman side by side lifting an enormous boulder, the metal inscribed with fine detail, displaying various feats of strength, one showing the man hold up a wall with bare hands, another showing the woman punch right through a wooden wall to grasp what was a caricature of a thief by the neck through that wall. Whoever had made them had seen an effort to detail them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The ointment cures 1 hit point on the first try with just a dap. Further uses will consume a full 'dose' of it though. There's not much of the ointment left, but its capable of healing like Cure Light Wounds at 5th caster level when used, 1d8+5 in other words, per dose used. However, there's just some 2 or maybe 3 doses left in the whole jar, its pretty well scraped out. Full jar might be up to 10 uses perhaps. The jar itself must've weighed about 0.5 lb when full, but now its weight is down to pretty much neglible, once less than half full.</div></div>