Aeslin found Theric and Xaveon resting in the shade on the outskirts of the druid circle. They decided that taking a few days before heading to the Misty Monastery was the best course of action.

“Our battle with Alandra…” She paused, swallowing a lump in her throat. “Was close. I nearly died and Theric—”

Xaveon looked up from the shadows of his hood. “Died.”

Theric averted his eyes, deep in thought. “Even with Aeslin’s healing, it wasn’t enough.”

A moment of silence passed between the three before Aeslin spoke up again.

“What we need is either some potions or bandages. Something that we can use in the heat of battle.”

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Theric rose to his feet and brushed the loose grass from his rear. “I bet the druids have a crafter in their circle. If we gather some supplies maybe we can request something!”

Xaveon stretched his arms until he heard a satisfying crack! “Theric, you go find a crafter. Aeslin and I will gather the herbs or medicinal cloth”

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The party received x1 Swiftness Health Potion

Your current stats are:

Alchemy: 4/12

First Aid: 3/12

Survival: 5/10

Your Inspiration points are: 3

Your remaining inventory is:

5x Sun Linen (medicinal cloth)