<div class="floatright">(https://i2.wp.com/img07.deviantart.net/ef82/i/2015/076/9/a/warrior_girl_by_allnamesinuse-d8lzd27.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:<br/>Lilian (HP: 26/38)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Adapt, Improvise, Overcome?<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><hr/>Lilian visibly relaxed when she heard the singed Tortle's offer. The former soldier was so used to fending for herself it hadn't occurred to her that other, more skilled, priests might be available nearby. But she was happy to learn that lesson, especially if it meant they didn't need to spend their time playing grave diggers.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Kanuna," the cleric acknowledged, bright eyes examining their driver for injuries, "that would really help."<br/><br/>She wasn't sure whether Auri either needed or wanted assistance, but before the dark-haired warrior could offer, Mead rushed over to help. Lilian glanced at the pair as they began to forage for wrappings and then back to the bespelled hobgoblin.<br/><br/>"Perhaps we should ask whatever questions we have," the cleric suggested, "while our friend is feeling co-operative? Beyond that I'm not sure what purpose is served by insisting he stay any longer than that."<br/><br/>Lilian didn't imagine the hobgoblin would face anything like a fair trial if brought to civilisation. More likely it would be slain out of hand, adding more death to the cleric's debt.<br/>