<strong>Zanthus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188886.msg9128266#msg9128266)</strong><br/><br/>Zanthus fought to slow his breathing, shaking a few remaining droplets of acid from his shield. He watched as the dying worms wriggled and then were still. It was hardly an auspicious start. But then for moment he smiled. These maggots before him were as lowly an opponent as could be imagined, yet they had stung him fiercely. It was a sign. For to the demon prince Khorramzadeh who now reigned above a novice paladin must seem just as mean by comparison. And yet before this was done that fiend would feel Zanthus' sting, though it cost him his life.<br/><br/>He cleaned his swordblade on a rag and sheathed it. Retrieving his glowing rock he moved to stand behind Idise. He knew little of healing, but could at least provide this service. "Thank you, fair one, and my gratitude to your patron. I am Zanthus Meloridan, of the Temple of Iomedea."<br/><br/>While holding the light steady he turned to call to the tiefling. "And to you, I offer my apologies again. I acted rashly."<br/><br/>"I suggest we try to make our way to the surface as soon as possible. There may be others who need our aid. My steed can carry the injured. Come, Bryanbar," he called.<br/><br/>