Myranda glanced over from her position securing the back door, "Less than a minute. We've got the place free of hobgoblins, but securing it is going to be a bitch." She grinned a little, "They all seemed to of gotten lucky, but we're lucky no one got killed."<br/><br/>She dug around in her belt pouch for a second and withdrew a vial, "I've only got a couple of these, but I think it's better that we have you feeling a little better. Can you catch it?" she asked before she tossed the cure light potion to her. "I suspect that that cleric can't have too many spells left and I saw at least one spell thrower fumble a couple of spells, I think.