06-29-2018, 06:56 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-29-2018, 06:57 AM by Arl Lotreab.)
Meanwhile, Arl continued checking out the first bandit's injury after acquiring the rum. "Okay, here's the plan: I'm going to clean out this wound and use healing magic to help keep you good long term." Arl used weave to create a cloth of sorts, one that separated from the parts of the plants that had touched the ground. Didn't get much more sanitary than 'just came into existence', she wagered. She also tried to get a feel for the man's.. let's say baseline remorse level.
"Now, I doubt you're going to squeal on your buddies, even if that'd greatly improve their survival chances, so what I'm going to ask instead is how you got into banditry. Was it a lifelong dream, something you settled for, what?"
"Now, I doubt you're going to squeal on your buddies, even if that'd greatly improve their survival chances, so what I'm going to ask instead is how you got into banditry. Was it a lifelong dream, something you settled for, what?"