[Orym murmured softly, and Dorian would find himself supported by those unseen magical touches as the halfling guided the bard back to their room. The fury in him has not dissipated, but it has been set aside for the moment. Dorian deserves none of his anger, and Orym will save it for those who do.
He opens the door and urges Dorian to the bed. He moves to the chest at the foot of the bed, drawing free a glass vial, filled with red liquid. Health potions seem wise things to keep around, since healing has not been part of the magic that Predathos has given him.]
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[Orym murmured softly, and Dorian would find himself supported by those unseen magical touches as the halfling guided the bard back to their room. The fury in him has not dissipated, but it has been set aside for the moment. Dorian deserves none of his anger, and Orym will save it for those who do.
He opens the door and urges Dorian to the bed. He moves to the chest at the foot of the bed, drawing free a glass vial, filled with red liquid. Health potions seem wise things to keep around, since healing has not been part of the magic that Predathos has given him.]
Here. Drink this? It will help.
[And then, well, then they can talk.]