"Yes, Marcus, well fought. I think I'm going to get their brains." said Tem. He came back a moment later with a bag of unknown contents. "Hey Horin, can you put this in the cooler? Just a little snack for the road. Oh, and whatever you do, DO NOT open it." he yelled to Horin.

<OOC> I'm at the camp, you're in town. </OOC>

<Just to clarify: Horin's camp is actually within the town walls. This town has many large open areas where nothing has been built yet, and Horin's camp is pitched on just such a spot.>

The party proceeded up the road from the livery stable to the camp of Horin The Healer.

"Would you happen to have some water to spare, Horin?" asked Acedia, who wanted to get her hands and dress clean, like, before sunset, ideally.

Marcus's eyes bulged as big as his biceps. "Oh, it was AMAZING! I bashed up the wall and went in there and slashed 'em all up good!"

He smiled. "Mister Maxwell's fine."

"Does he have any visible wounds?" Horin asked Farnham.

<OK, I'm gonna let that one go for now, but in the future, remember that you have to actually heat water over a fire to boil it, not just expose it to sunlight. You're in a temperate climate here: It doesn't get hot enough to boil water all by itself. Not worth arguing over, since Micheal could have just used his Flame Finger spell to heat the water.>

<OK, I'm gonna let that one go for now, but in the future, remember that you have to actually heat water over a fire to boil it, not just expose it to sunlight. You're in a temperate climate here: It doesn't get hot enough to boil water all by itself. Not worth arguing over, since Micheal could have just used his Flame Finger spell to heat the water.>

Farnham propped Maxwell's head up onto his lap. He held Maxwell's nose shut and held the tea up Maxwell's mouth. When Maxwell's mouty opened, Fqarnham slowly and carefully poured some of the tea in. Maxwell swallowed the tea and his eyes fluttered open for a second.
"Maxwell... Maxwell.. it's me, Farnham. Wake up!"
But it was no use, Maxwell slipped back into unconciousness.
Farnham kept trying with the tea.
Captain Sealem said: "Alright, as soon as Eruntian gets back, we make for White Dragon Peak. Marcus, go give Eruntian a hand. Ok everbody, let's help Healer Hammerhand pack up his camp and get it ready to move out. Acedia, ask Micheal for some water to wash that blood off. He can make water on command, you know."

<who's "Fqarnham?" And what's a "mouty?"

"Okay, just one second" answered Michael.

Michael got a bucket nearby and casted Create Water. Suddenly water appeared out of nowhere in the bucket.

When Eruantian arrived at Horin's camp, he thought he would find his wagon somewhere near the tent. However, after returning Prosper's spear and searching the area, Eruantian noticed that his wagon was not anywhere near Horin's encampment, which further complicated the situation.

His wagon must have been left near the location of the battle against the Drow and the Dire Wolf, but that battle was a distant, foggy memory to Eruantian while he wore his ring. Eruantian wasn't even sure if his wagon was there in the first place, much less how to find the location of the battle. He had no choice but to consult Farnham about this as well as his other problems.

However, after returning Prosper's spear and searching the area, Eruantian noticed that his wagon was not anywhere near Horin's encampment, which further complicated the situation.

Going back about, oh, ten minutes XD, before Horin could grab the bucket, Acedia had it. She deftly unbuttoned the jacket she wore in place of a proper bodice, wiped her hands off as well as she could on its already-bloodied surface, and proceeded to rinse out the jacket. Once that was done, she took the jacket over to Taryn and had her flash-dry it, and then put the beloved garment back on. In the process of doing this, it was revealed that her dress had no sleeves of its own, only straps to hold it in place. Probably for comfort reasons.