<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dZPI7u2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zelthos<br/><strong>HP:</strong>3/19 |<strong>AC:</strong>10<br/><strong>Spell Slots:</strong>1st level: 0<br/><strong>Spell-Like Abilities:</strong>7/8 Summon Monster I (Standard Action)<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Stabilized -> Conscious<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It wasn't as easy to judge Zelthos most likely in how well treatment of his wounds was going, as his skin retained its incredibly pale, death-like pallor, but his breathing started to go from shallow to deeper, more relaxed ones as the medical supplies were applied to his wounds. After the rough hour that it had taken the three to try to treat him, his breathing had become strong again, and his eyes darted behind the eyelids, which fluttered slightly. Then suddenly, they sprung open, and confused, golden-yellow eyes looked up at Eidolana.<em>Beautiful.</em>That was the first thought Zelthos had. He immediately blushed slightly and made sure to focus his eyes entirely on her face, and not on her sizeable chest. None of them had chosen to be naked, so to stare would be quite rude and wrong.<br/><br/>But that ebony skin, the pointy long ears, the silver-white hair... an elf. [Elven]"Is everyone... safe?" He asked with slightly croaking voice still as the pain now began to shoot through his shoulder and other nicks and bruises. Yep, he'd be dealing with these for a week at least, probably longer, but that didn't matter right now. [Elven]"Are we still under attack?" He had no idea quite yet how she had brought him back to consciousness, so he had little clue of how much time had passed. Only after he asked did he notice the powerfully built man and the pretty woman of some far eastern descent that had also helped him, and he switched back to Common. "Thank you two... as well. Whatever competition you asked about before I blacked out will have to wait."<br/><br/>Slowly, Zelthos sat up, cringing slightly as he touched his wounded shoulder very carefully with the other hand. "Can't remember what we were shouting about." Now that it was clear that they weren't under attack anymore, his golden eyes scanned through the room. "All a bit of a blur after that hit. Has anyone seen a falchion around? Elaborate, black scabbard with gold and silver markings on it?"