Bite the hand!

You attempt to bite the hand, but cease when you see who it is. It’s Syvella! The last time you saw her she both complimented you and told you to off yourself so the reunion feels innately awkward.

“I’m shocked your not an orc’s plaything right now. It seems fate smiles upon the foolish.” She removes her hands from you.

“Then our team might stand a chance.” You say. You look around and see an orc laying prone at your feet in a pool of blood. “That yer work?”

“Not this one. I believe that is our roguish companion’s doing.”

“Hm he’s still ahead of us then. Good.”

“Let us proceed. Oh and not more heroics this time if you please. There’s more at stake here than a low level cleric.”

“Suppose that’s true. Didn’t feel good leaving her behind but least’ I tried.”

“Well let’s hope your ‘try’ didn’t put the whole camp on high alert. Come on.” Syvella moves ahead and you follow without further comment.