'Better idea.' I slightly melt the stone, making it "solid" magma. We head deeper into the forest. 'Let us set up camp here.'

Falin hesitated. "Are you sure about that? You don't seem to be thinking so clearly . . ."

'It's fine.' I mutter a quick prayer in ancient tongue and a Golden Light surrounds us. I smile, 'See . . . nothing to worry about. But we must be aware, this does not last forever, and I will need some time before I can use it again, which is why I saved it. Come, you must rest, all of you deserve it.' I prepare a few "beds" to the best of my ability.

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Falin turned to Mortha, "You can have one of the beds. You need it more than me." She moved near the edge of the light and sighed as she sat down.

{it was my scythe i saw.}

(Didn't you already have your scythe? )

Mortha dropped on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

I leaned against a tree, weak. I sighed, 'It'll be over soon.'

Falin glanced at him. "Not soon enough."

Makor looked at the team "After this I'm gonna drink until I can't piss straight." 

Falin chuckled, "If you're feeling bold, come to Valenwood and try Rotmeth. It's far stronger than any mead you're used to."

"Is that so?"

Falin nodded.

Makor then lighted a pipe to calm his nerves form all the tension and now offered it to Mortha "Up for a pipe?" He looked around, "Gold, anyone?"

Falin waved him off. "I have my own, thanks." She pulled out a small bone pipe. "Though if you're willing to light it . . . "

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Falin waved him off. "I have my own, thanks." She pulled out a small bone pipe. "Though if you're willing to light it . . . "

(i've heard that the green pacts aren't allowed to smoke, but not for sure)