Realizing that his fellow adventurer is in serious trouble with grey mold climbing up the knights arms, Father Quadrial heads toward him.
Being careful not to step on any dead bodies or get in the way of other combatants, the portly monk makes it across the battlefield in time to see the mold slow down its advance.
Realizing that it has been stalled but not destroyed, Father Quadrial reaches out with his staff and touches the knights arm.
A white light blazes over the mold and it burns away.
"How doest thou feel?"
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