[IC] A Stolen Land

[Nexendia]

With the last boar dead, Nexendia ceases concentration and dismisses her illusions with a graceful wave of her hand.  She gazes down at Andra while she's carefully dripping the potion into the WarPriest's mouth and can't help but think how ironic it was that the party's healer was nearly killed and required a precious cure potion.  She did not fault Valdi for the cruel hand fate had deal him during the combat.  

"Better, Valdi," Nexendia asks while he's inspecting his armor.  "Perhaps we should work on our tactics before the next battle.  Attacking with a little less zeal and a little more care may be a prudent course of action.  At least until we all become more seasoned.  Do you require anything else?  Water, perhaps?"