Iron Crisis (IC)

[RandomWombat]

Cheerful Sam Half-Dragon Warlock AC: 14 HP: 10/10 PP: 9 PIv: 14 PIs: 10 Conditions: -- "Hey Mel," Sam's unblinking eyes stare at Gorion's broken from across the small clearing. Less broken now, after Melian had cleaned up the blood and gore and covered his wounds. "He looks peaceful now... thanks for that." Though his face is a lot different from his siblings, he's picked up plenty of facial expressions from them, making him a lot easier to read than he was when he was younger. His abnormally blank expression and dull tone speak of shock, now that the adrenaline of the attack is out of his system. "I wonder who they were." Pondering over their attackers, he leans his head back against the uneven bark of the tree. "They didn't want him. They only wanted us-" More needling from the imp as she pokes him just under the eyes. "Buzz off!" Sam hisses under his breath, swatting at the air above his shoulder. Grepha flaps her wings and lands on the tree above, out of reach of reprisal. "She keeps bothering me... to ask if anything of his is magical," Sam tells Melian, quietly, hoping one else overhears. "Can't even get a moment's silence."