( and he'll just be accepting the precious sword back, now. the grip of it, the weight, it's not something he can really wield effectively right now, but he can garner some strength from striker eureka. it was as much as part of him as a mage's magic was part of them. fingers curled about the grip, hercules nods, licks his lips, and ignores the parched feeling. the need for a water skin could wait a moment, until the poultice was seen to. )
You did all right.
( such high words of praise - the sentiment stronger than the phrasing might suggest. )
Maybe I should take up your staff, next time. ( with a slight grin, before he looks to the wound, violent pink and red and black, but at least not open. ) Keep things interesting in the field.
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You did all right.
( such high words of praise - the sentiment stronger than the phrasing might suggest. )
Maybe I should take up your staff, next time. ( with a slight grin, before he looks to the wound, violent pink and red and black, but at least not open. ) Keep things interesting in the field.