Prologue "The Pot and Barrel Inn"
Halldora sat at the table drinking a thick stout, its creamy head breaking over the rim of her flagon. She was tall, with brown hair, hough Bardings were more commonly blondes, and she wore it in a thick braid in back. Not that it was very visible, as she usually wore a cloak with a hood. Even now her hood was still up, because she had recently been outside. Beneath her cloak a leather jerkin could be seen.
She took a long drink from her flagon and then spoke. Her voice was clear and rich, an alto that matched her stature.
"Well, when I ran out, the sky was filled with smoke and I must tell you, I froze for a moment. All i could see was that villain Smaug flying again over Laketown. But then I heard it -- a child crying. That snapped me out of it right quick."
She pauses for dramatic effect, taking another drink from her flagon.
"So I ran through the smoke, half-blind, following the sound, when I found a clearing with some folks who'd been burned. I set about healing them right away. I lay my Healing Hands upon them, bandaging their wounds and soothing their troubled minds. And those I couldn't heal I treated, like my parents taught me. By the time I had finished, I turned and saw that you lot had done the hard work of handling the fire. Good work, that."
She raised her flagon to the others around the table in appreciation.
21:30, Today: Halldora of Dale rolled 19 using 1d20+5. Medicine Mulligan
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