03-02-2024, 05:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-02-2024, 05:21 PM by Toryn Togglebit.)
Toryn borrowed the lute and got to work, nodding sagely as he did. Of course! What is an artist without his tools after all? The repairs were surprisingly swift; after about a minute, the lute was back in working condition. The broken neck was reinforced with some nails, sturdy leather straps, and a glue that smelled of potato starch, and the strings were pulled taught again. The gnome handed the instrument back to the halfling bard with a satisfied grin. I'm afraid you'll have to tune the strings yourself. Alas, I don't have the ear for musical calibration.
Once his own first aid was completed, Toryn ducked back down the hallway and returned hauling Glintaxe's armor and weapon, after carefully sticking them into several layers of sacks to minimize the residual ooze seepage. With a grunt of significant effort, he placed the sack at Larz's feet and revealed its contents. You may want to take a look at these, my bearded brethren.
Reboot The Lute: 1d20+6 19 10 hp repaired
Once his own first aid was completed, Toryn ducked back down the hallway and returned hauling Glintaxe's armor and weapon, after carefully sticking them into several layers of sacks to minimize the residual ooze seepage. With a grunt of significant effort, he placed the sack at Larz's feet and revealed its contents. You may want to take a look at these, my bearded brethren.
Reboot The Lute: 1d20+6 19 10 hp repaired
