Reynauld sat down on the floor with a groan as Simone tended to the wound on his neck, making sure the poison had safely run its course. The crusader stared with a certain level of fascination at Cordellia, who seemed to tough through the poison on sheer moxie, or perhaps her over-worked liver was to blame.

As the others put out the small fire, Reynauld stood back up.
"Woof! That was an unkind surprise. Thank you, Cordellia, thank you, my lady Simone. Looks like it was my turn to be saved. *cough* Well... Ms. Rae, perhaps... would you be so kind as to check the rest of this manor for... inhabitants? I need a moment, I think. Just to sit a spell, yes..."