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Phil's own eyes, still wet from all of the strong coughing, are just clear enough for him to see the ranger nearly fall. Somehow, through the good graces of the Blessed One, he just about manages to catch her and then lay her carefully on the floor. He cradles her neck in one of his small but strong hands, supporting her head with the other to keep her throat and mouth open the make sure she could keep breathing.

"Water!" He calls between his own hoarse coughs to any able to fetch some for him, "Jillian has fainted."

< * cough * >

"It's a wonder we have not all fallen dead away from that awful stench. I feel about to lose both my first and second breakfast."

< * hack * >

[AGM 3PO as Simon]
"What in the blazes was that......thing?"

[Underhill]
"Something very unpleasant," he comments almost to himself. His attention still primarily focused on Jillian as he tilts her head back and gentle gives her a sip of the water.

[I'm sure some one eventually gets some of it for him. ;) ]

"I honestly do not know. I've never seen the like."

He gasp softly at the ranger.

"Easy now lass. Not too fast. Slowly. Slowly. That creature very nearly over took us all with it's obnoxious smell. Makes Krezi odor seem more like a fresh spring day then a cat's litter box."

He suddenly remembers the barbarian.

"Thor? How is Krezi? Will he live? Will he need both of us to minister to his health or can you handle his wounds?"


Phil Underhill of the Kendall Expeditionary Guild "Adventure is OUR Business?" GULP! Father Phil Underhill is a Halfling Priest of Yondalla. With kind Hazel Eyes, he nervously peers out at the world from under a mop of Sandy Brown hair.