<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ofWj2qK.jpg?1)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Hadrhune Bashir</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300582.msg14746789#msg14746789)</strong><br/><hr/>With the wolves in full retreat, Bashir's eyes widened as they landed on the ravaged forms of Ria and Iona in the light of their campfire, it taking all his composure to keep from heaving right there at the sight of the gore. Thankfully, cooler heads than his prevailed, one of their precious few healing resources spent (one among all too many magics he cannot command), but for as good a cause as Bashir dared to picture. The sorcerer turned instead to the grim work of sealing the fate of the savage beasts lain low.<br/><br/>After perhaps the most uneasy night of sleep he's had in the years since his mother disappeared, Bashir is not especially conversational, instead opting to retrieve the traps they'd tried to use to secure the camp before ensuring the horse is fed and making sure they don't leave the steed behind as they venture forth once more.<br/><br/>He peers a little closer at the corpse as Ria drags it to shore, seeing if it's a familiar face. "Does anyone recognize him?"