Chapter 1: Hollows Last Hope

[Toryn Togglebit]

Toryn had collapsed on the ground in a wheezing heap at this point, all the adrenaline finally leaving his body. He barely registered the little leshy tending to his wounds, muttering dreamily about adventure and potatoes the entire time. Once Breeze was finished Toryn finally started waking back to reality.

Thank you kindly Mister Bush. Exclaimed Toryn happily as he shook the leshy's hand with vigorous enthusiasm. He got to his feet and put his hands on his hips as he stared at Greypelt's corpse with a frown. Well, that was quite more adventure than I was prepared to experience today, to tell you the truth. But! All's well that ends with all of one's limbs intact and organ's inside where they belong, I always say!

After looking around and seeing everyone still in one piece, Toryn wandered over to where Lucian was and started nosing through the backpack as well. Hey Lucy? Would you kindly hose me down with that clean-up magic of yours when you get the chance? I suspect the fine aroma of viscera and vomit will not do anyone's olfactory senses any favors.