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"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!"

Phil shouts as his eyes are about to well up. He is almost (not quite) in tears.

"JILLIAN HERE IS DYING AND I DON"T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT!"

He blinks hard to force his tears and sadness back down, but knows all too well that Yondalla has never blessed him with the spell to cure a poison.

"Thor," he whispers sofly now in complete contrast to the shout of a moment ago, "Unless you god has granted you the gift of Curing Poison, she will die."

Still kneeling beside the poor girl, all the helpless cleric can think to do is, hold the girl's cold hands in his and pray for a miracle.

Oh, Blessed Mother of all small foots, please guide me in this hour of strife. This little halfling has done much good in you name and needs a gift from you now or her days of forfilling your will on this plane will come to a swift end. Please, Blessed One, show me the way to save her.

A soft sob escapes his throat.

"And if you must take her to your great hobbit home, do so quickly yet gently.

He let's one hot tear fall onto one of her cold hand.

[ooc]
I've looked on my sheet. I don't see what we need to save here there. Does Phil have anyway to save her?

Does he, for instance, know of any plant or herb that the party has seen recently that could be quickly gather and/or brewed in to a life-saving liquid or ANYTHING else like that that he could use to save poor Jillian H?


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.