After travelling a safe distance away from the spot of the attack, but still before reaching the river, the idea of taking a brief rest is brought up.

The paradoxically suspicious and absent-minded man, who rather oddly still hasn't revealed his name, seems appalled by this idea. "Stopping? With the racket that we just created? No, we must continue. Something will catch us if we stay here, and you all know it."

The priest of Bastatan, who also has not yet said her name, responds to this in her characteristically monotone and drawled way. "Half of us practically got hit by something with the force of lightning. It is unwise to walk on injuries like this. We had best rest."

The irate man spews out "Who gave you the authority to boss me around? Stop arguing with everything I say!"

Crynirad in his vexation counters this "Oh, just shut up! We all have said we need rest, and we will rest. If you have a problem with that, go walk on without us and see how long you last!"

The unnamed tartar only mumbles insults at this without actually doing anything about it.

A short rest is now occuring, re-roll as many hit dice as you all would like, and if it matters, describe what your character is doing during the rest.