Café de Nuit

"I don't know how confident I would be that anything would work for certain," Bennedict mutters. "If we do rest I can relearn my Aquatic Escape spell, if that would be useful to scout things out."

Cure light wounds.

Heal 0 +4. Lesser Restoration if it looks necessary.

"First thing's first," Bennedict says, channeling some healing energy into the man. He then looks him over for signs of disease or infection.

I'll check with Everline to find out how she got here. And I can try to play good cop with the lizardmen to find out where the creature's lair is.

*points to his above post*

Assuming I see all this and cam reach our acid burned compatriot, Benm will rush forward to use cure critical.

Bennedict mutters something ungentlemanly and takes cover, looking to pick off any Lizardmen hurrying towards his conpanions.

"Perhaps some come with me, others stay here to cover us or bail us out when this goes wrong," Bennedict hisses to the group under his breath. "I will come, along with my other friends. Please do not harm us." And with that (and a visible gulp) Bennedict walks slowly forward, sti...

Bennedict stands, muttering the words of a Sanctuary spell as he does so. "When in Darkon, do as the Darkons do," he mutters to himself as he steps forward, hands out and clearly open outside of his walking stick. "We are friends," he responds, "We have travelled far on a mi...

"Yes, I expect the decision is about to be made for us, one way or the other." Bennedict looks to Klokulf. "Let's try and hail them, and if they don't speak the Draconic language and it looks as if things are going south, we can at least withdraw and find someplace safe to camp for th...

"Do you suppose maybe they're the real dragon?" Bennedict postulates. "It wouldn't be the first time people have gotten confused about this sort of thing."

"If we're thinking about scouting our way over to that mound without being seen, I don't think I'm the right one for the job," Bennedict says, looking down at his breastplate doubtfully. "Is there any merit in trying to just speak to them?"

Bennedict is just getting ready to ask some details about these lizard men, when the unicorn starts to speak. Shaking his head, he fetches out his pipe and lights it. "I suppose I should be on the look out for gingerbread houses, next." He turns, however, at the mention of smoke. "Is ...

Bennedict smiles. "They are many, and they are far from here. Suffice it to say we are strangers to your lands."

"I am herr Bennedict Gehrman, an archivist and student of the occult. I shall allow the others to introduce themselves."

Bennedict gawks for a moment at the unicorn, before shaking his head. "I have run into a unicorn while hunting a dragon. Of course. Matteo will never believe this."

"If you hunt the creature," Bennedict says, "Then perhaps we can help each other out."