Deacon swung down from a shooting platform, crossbow and enchanted bolt in his fist.  "I knew they had to have some sort of backer for this, but... whoever it is has plenty of money. This sort of stuff doesn't come cheap..."  Hearing Collette, the guard quickly made his way over to the kneeling lady and unconscious man.  "I'm not much of a healer..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: NinjaWeazel rolled: 1d20, adding 3to the total<br/>Comment: I am the *worst* healer<br/>Result: 5, <br/>Total: 8<br/></div></div>