"What? Come back, you little chickenshit!" Alwin shouted down the hole, the moment the old geezer disappeared. He let out a sigh, as he turned around and overlooked his comrades, checking to see if any of them needed a healing touch. "Seems he did manage to scratch you somewhat." the healer mentioned towards Wrenn, before placing a hand on the man's shoulder, as his other hand wrapped it's fingers around the silver bust that hung from his neck. The man chanted in Celestial, and the remaining wounds on Wrenn's body closed themselves.<br/><br/>"So... now what?" he asked to no one in particular, as his eyes shifted to the statue directly next to him.<br/><br/>[Drop Remove Fear for CLW on Wrenn 1d8+5=10]<br/><br/>