Scampering over to the site of the explosion and doing my best to not have my divine teats sway with each step, which is next to impossible anyway. Making my way as fast I could not for you two, but for that poor innocent boar!<strong>"No! I didn't mean to kill you Mister Piggy, just scare you off! I'm so sowwie!" </strong>Crying a little for the loss of life that I had nothing to do with, promising to pray for its eternal souls peace in the after life. Also casually channeling positive energy into the area to heal the other survivors who didn't have the foresight to duck in time. (15 and 14 hp restored, used 2 channels.)<br/><br/>Giving the dead boar some more prayers and mumbling in elvish before I stand back up all smiles and glad that everything turned out okay for the most part! Always the eternal optimist as I rummage through my bag and produce two blankets for the weary naked survivors of the airship crash. Ignoring the cussing and telling her that ladies don't cuss, asking for any volunteers to help me set up the tent that us ladies will be staying in while on this terrible island. When that is finished I can treat the ladies to a wonderful hot bath with soap and tea!<br/><br/>When/if I get any volunteers, I head on off to a more or less even part of the beach with proper site location and wind resistance parameters, (22 nature), rummaging through my bag and pulling out the tools and cloth and poles to a pavilion tent. Starting to set that up by myself at the start, which is going to take 90 minutes without any help.