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Realizing that another of their party was down, Father Quadrial nods to the knight who he de-molded.
It seems most of the undead have been vanquished except for the fleet footed little demons who are tormenting the orcs.
The wizards spell seem to have just made them run in tighter circles under the big warriors feet.
Reaching the unconscious form of Sir Thantos, the monk draws a vial from his belt then roots around in the back pack he had dropped when the fighting began.
Finding a bouda bag of wine he pours a bit in a cup and mixes it with the smokey liquid in the vial.
Holding it to the knights lips Father Quadrial forces a small bit into his mouth.
"We must get to the inn before more of these monsters arrive."
Almost as if his words were a signal, a terrible howl comes from the darkness.
"Retreat and live to fight another day, I always say."
Lifting the big knight with his good arm, the two stumble toward the inn.