He felt his right leg give out as the cat collapsed, and nodded in thanks to the orc as the healing spell repaired the damage to his leg and chest. He gave Rosie a weak grin, before levering himself back to his feet. "See, easy as pie, only two wounds, and hardly worth calling out the crew."<br/><br/>He glanced down at the now ruined shirt and pants, before shrugging and chain casting prestidigitation until they were cleaned, but actually fixing the gaping holes would be a job for a needle and thread. "And a pity, blood is always in fashion. Anyhoo..."<br/><br/>He turned back to the three surviving sailors, and limped forward, the phantom pain of the healing being particularly noticeable this time. "Congratulations, you are hired. Head back to the campsite, you will find a boat nearby. My ships are out nearby. You can either go directly to them, and let Sandara or Fishguts know what happened here, and become part of the crew with standard pay at the end, or you can try to run."<br/><br/>He paused not bothering to point out how foolish such an idea was, before glancing at the body. "And be sure to tell them to send another boat back, otherwise I am going to be pissed and take it out on you three. Any questions?"