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"Easy there, lass. It was the gas from that evil undead goblin thing. It appears to have been poisonous."

Phil helps Jillian sit up slowly.

"Go easy. The spell I had to use is not a permanant cure. We've got to get you back to the city as soon as possible. Either that or find a TRUE cure for the creatures poison somewhere around here."

He sighs sadly.

"Yondalla has yet to grant me the blessing that would cure you of the poison fully. 'She' is testing my -- our -- faith." He blinks, "No worries though. She has sent us Thor and he seems to have a few ideas yet on how to keep you from the poison grip for a while yet."

The halfing smiles down at Jillian H hoping he sounded as convincing as he himself hoped he was.

He looks to the hole and changes the subject.

"Simon fell into that hole. Thor and the others are recovering him now. Thor seems to think he'll be alright. Just a bump to the head."

He turns to Jillian H again and offers her his waterskin.

"Are you thirsty?"

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.