Kreios panted as he cleaned his sword, eyes coming up to the cleric when he expressed his concerns.<strong>"I'm fine; just need a moment that's all."</strong>He said as he continued to work his sword, feeling the lighten in weight and size come about all too quickly. He shrunk in size then, his equilibrium coming back to center before he shook his head. After that, he finished cleaning the ichor from his blade and sharpened it again. Then he sheathed it, and rose to his feet as he looked over his blood splattered form.<br/><br/>Kreios was still winded, and did not feel the greatest; but his muscles had stopped aching; and he thought he would be able to press on and even battle again if needed. So he joined his comrades, and sighed a bit.<strong>"Well Faedra can use that spell to clean me as well, or I can wash it off in the sea. Either way suits me fine. Though before the attack I seen seagulls circling past the cliffs down yonder. Likely means a bay, and bay's typically meaning fishing or boating settlements. It's a good bet, and the tracks seem to lead that way. In fact the footprint I found could have been from a barefooted child or halfling."</strong>He explained as best he could.<br/><br/>Knowledgeable pursuits were not the barbarian's specialty, but Kreios did do well in these situations do to his keen wit.<strong>"In either case, I think we can all agree that we should loot the bodies and boats, and head on our way. While I know some of us may not like taking from the dead, to the victor goes the spoils; and we need all the aid we can in this situation."</strong>He commented before staring at the boats. He bet there were supplies inside them, and they might be useful supplies. He also wished he knew how to sail now, because if he did he would easily be able to use the boats to get to their destination far quicker by sailing around the cliffs.