At 2016-05-20 17:12:55, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88634) to<strong>Spout Lore</strong>on Gretru's  hammer.<br/>At 2016-05-20 17:55:25, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88635) using<strong>Arcane Art</strong>to heal with a<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Healing Song</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/Jj0fiYzGF5o?t=1m25s</div></div>!<br/>At 2016-05-20 17:56:22, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 1d8 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88636) damage healed >_<<br/>At 2016-05-20 17:58:06, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88637) to<strong>Spout Lore</strong>about the ruins ^_^<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Mermaid/tiina_15_zpsbeqqkmtj.jpg)</div>As bodies of the bugbears were rather unceremoniously dumped, Lorelei could only turn away. Although she had appreciation for the dirty work that didn't give Hjalmar even a moment's pause. Despite his boorish nature she liked the dwarf. Often times she found herself having to charm her way to the truth, but with someone like that there was little need for the subtle twirls of her fine hair, carefully chosen words or using the right look at the precise time just to wring out a moment's honesty. Instead the rather sturdy fellow would oft simply speak his mind plain, if in a somewhat garbled accent that left staring for a long moment as she had to repeat the words in her head. "An impressive weapon," she remarked upon the hammer, "Well suited for an accomplished warrior, I guess you'll have to do for now," she smirked and winked. But her attention was drawn to the haft of the hammer, head tilted to the side a little as she pondered some of what appeared to be the original carvings,<strong>trying to recall some tidbit of information</strong>that might be a clue as to it's original origin. She let out a disappointed sigh noting the rough handling of the fine weapon at the hands of the brutish beast that wielded it, remarking out loud "That it ended up in the hands of it's previous owner should somehow be an offense."<br/><br/>As Sydney demanded answers, Lorelei could only glance through the trees and down the light path Phelypsis had taken while searching for new shelter. Gathering her stuff the rain didn't bother the bard one bit, in fact she seemed rather happy to be wet even as her clothes clung to her body. Trying to deftly avoid the first question, "Well, about those cuffs. It seems the bugbear ran off with them," an embarrassed and crooked smile on her face, "I thought it best not to let the thing go but after much consultation it was deemed best that it should be set back to its home." She coughed into her fist and tried to sound convincing, "So that... you know... it would spread fear of our group to its brethren and make them think twice before engaging the Delvers again!" Lorelei raised her finger to the air to accentuate the point of the group's strength and cunning, "Oh look! Nuria was wounded!" And she made quick pace towards the woman of fire.<br/><br/>The injuries did seem more significant than she had first imagined they could be, given how they got there, "Perhaps in battle it may be best to practice abstinence." Nuria of course was nude and in this manner she seemed much like the dwarf. With the notable exception that she at least was cleaning herself. Lorelei wasn't truly offended by the lack of modesty but she definitely would have preferred if some of her companions practiced at least a little and could not stop the light look of disapproval on her face. But then she closed her eyes and started to sing an elven tune she had learned some time ago, "Nesto i chery, Partho venaidh hin. Anno edraith vae, adanno dhen annin, a, den annin," her voice a light, uplifting tune yet a touch of sadness in the undertone as she channeled her<strong>Arcane Art</strong>to heal the wounds.<br/><br/>The deed done, her thoughts turned to the ruins and Hjalmar's words. They were close to the ruins and she nodded, they would be there soon enough. Maybe even dawn's light. There were many stories to be had of places like that in the world. Her mind turned over<strong>thinking on what treasure and wonders</strong>might be found there.