Nasas looks around and sees everyone is not fataly hurt. So he rummages through his backpack. A couple minutes later, his hand emerges from the pack, and in it a brand new string. He places it in his mouth grabs for his bow and puts it in between his legs. He ties the string a wierd way not many people now how, and then the other end. When finished he stands up and tests the string a little bit. He begins to pull it back as if he were to fell an enemy. He releases and it snaps back into place.

'Ahhh... That's good I suppose. Nice, and stiff.'

He slings his quiver over his shoulder and does the same with his bow. He takes out a golden apple from his pocket and begins to eat it. Bite by bite wounds fade away. He finishes and he looks amazingly refreshed. He sighs, then laughs.

'Haha, we have caused so much damage I fear the townsfolk will run us out of town! Anyone need an apple by the way? I've got plenty.'

'Oh and umm Tod, I know a good cleric, I brang her along with us just in case.' Nasas smiles and points to the town were his sister, the cleric, is located.

((OOC- If you decide to pick up my 'sister' I will Rp for her. She won't do much I suppose.))
~Nasas et Rhezz


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