Aylin sighed, shoulders going slack after the final enemy fell to the ground. She winced slightly as the adrenaline faded; Sanora's spell had taken care of most of the damage, but where her blood-soaked robes had been cut open a long, shallow cut was still visible. The sheer amount of red staining her skin and clothes was unnerving, and Aylin was suddenly very glad she hadn't seen the wound before the bard had healed her.<br/><br/>Shaking off the urge to curl up in her tent and try to forget the whole incident, the sorceress put a hand on Renolf's shoulder and lead him over to the creature holding the sword still dripping with her blood. "Good, you can help me get to know our ugly new friend."<br/><br/>Glancing around the camp-turned-battleground she counted the bodies littering the ground, then waved a hand at the ensorceled creature to get its attention. "How many were in your group? Is anyone missing?"