Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191019124315

Reyl was able to stabilize the prisoner, but malnourishment wasn't something she could cure with magic. The man would need time to recover his strength naturally.

He was barely conscious, but managed to hang in there.

"Hey." Jofrodr tapped the man's face. "Hey, can you speak?"

"Thank...thank you." The prisoner managed to say.

"Who are you?" Jof asked.

"My name is...Fiak." The prisoner replied.

"Don't play dumb." The thug said. "You lasses look well fed and well equipped."

"Just look at that one's axe. Engraved and quality steel. No one needing cheap food has something like that." Another thug gestured to Elisiv.

"It's a family heirloom." Elisiv lied.

"Then sell it and go buy some decent food elsewhere." The lead thug didn't believe her or just didn't care.