At Mila's words, an oath in Elven spills from the blinded soul's lips. "If only those fools had listened when I told them we'd been infiltrated..." he mutters under his breath.<br/><br/>No threats make themselves immediately apparent, other than the potential of further small rockslides. Of course, it is hard to predict if or when any demons might come swooping down from above in search of survivors to prey on, but Mila can neither spots nor hears any sign of incoming demons.<br/><br/>Lissa's quick action seems enough to snap the fearful nobleman from his blind panic and, as if realizing the poor impression he must be leaving and wanting to a better one, he straightens up, offering the halfling a magnanimous smile. "Yes. Yes, that's quite right. There's a good head on your shoulders, girl," he says, as if not quite realizing just how patronizing he sounds, even as he accepts the sunrod, holding it aloft and carrying it over to the wounded elf so Lissa can take stock of the damage.<br/><br/>While a veteran medic might be able to help the human woman recover fully – even then a chancy proposition –  Mila can tell that even if she's very lucky, she'll only be able to ease the worst of it. In all likelihood, her best chance for recovery is the powerful healing rituals known by the church mystics of the gods of healing and succor. Still, Mila's able to improvise a splint for her leg from the splintered wood and rope strewn amid the rubble.<br/><br/>Still, she's better off than the elf.  In the light of the sunrod, it quickly becomes apparent that to call the elf's face a wreckage in the wake of Khorramzadeh's lash would be a kindness, and while magical rituals are the human woman's best chance at recovery, they are the elf's only chance at all of ever seeing again.<br/><br/>"You've seen better days, Aravashnial." The jowly noble at least has the decency to be horrified by the mauling Aravashnial's face received.<br/><br/>The elf's ears twitch and his lips twist into a scowl. "And yet they don't seem to be fussing over you, do they, Lord Gwerm?" He nearly spits the name. "How... fortuitous for you that you escaped the demons' attack unscathed."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The human woman is at 6 hit points, roughly 1/3rd of her max. Her leg was broken in the fall, and as a result she moves at half speed and cannot run. She also takes a -4 penalty on all skill checks requiring movement (Acrobatics, Climb, many Stealth checks, and Swim) and a -2 penalty to her AC. If the damage she sustained in the fall is healed, she'll no longer require a crutch to walk, and the penalty on skill checks is reduced to -2 and the penalty to AC is removed, but completely healing her leg requires resources you don't have available.<br/><br/>Aravashnial is at 2 hit points, roughly 1/20th of his max. Blinded, obviously.<br/><br/>Thanks to Lissa, Lord Gwerm is now friendly. 50 XP apiece.</div></div>