<strong>"I... no."</strong>Eleeza stared in wide-eyed horror at the thing emerging from the poor guard.<strong>"Can't you just give her the healing potion now?  It might be better if both of us are ready to cut this thing down, and she may die as I pull."</strong><br/><br/>If Bael'reth would not or could not, however, Eleeza would acquiesce, her face a mask of disgust as she set her axe down and gripped the thing with both hands, grappling it and trying to pull it free.<br/><br/>(the current square is fine, though I'd rather be where Pat is)