The half-elf rubbed the pasty healing salve into the fighter's broad chest, which wasn't hard to reach considering his armor and shirt were mostly torn off at this point. In fact if anything, his remaining attire were some rags hanging from his waist and a pair of damaged leather boots. Bremorel's  hands become smeared with blood, dirt and sweat as she worked the cream into the fallen warrior's skin, and she noticed that his chest was rough and had plenty of scars even before suffering today's injuries. Just how much battle has this war machine seen, and was he still a person underneath? Many soldiers in the group only knew how to live in the age of war that spread across Aussa, and if the conflict ever ended, they'd be out of jobs, their only way of living taken from them. Was Kardur any different?<br/><br/>The herbal medicine did its job, and the man's pain visibly lessened, though he was still unconscious. He groaned and murmured what could have been a name, but the girls couldn't make it out. Calling for a friend or family perhaps? He clearly needed more rest before he could come to or was strong enough to move again, it was up to the girls to decide if they wanted to risk taking a rest now or bring the 200 pounds of muscle with them to another location.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kardur</div><div class="spoiler_body">-5 Hp and stable</div></div>