"What criminal uses animals and plants in this way for murderous purposes... We must put a stop to this." Keshkaru's mind is calm and determined, but her body falters. She sits, next to Giggles. "The first aid will be much appreciated, friend. But let me also call on the spirits' help at this juncture, if no one minds, please gather round?"

As all those hurt by the murderous poisoned plants get closer to her, she crosses her legs, grasps a small bag that hangs from a leather lace around her neck - a bundle of dried marsh reeves, and her most sacred memory from her native home. In a whisper, she chants along with the mystic gestures of her arms pointing at her companions one by one:

"L'esprit de la source
Toujours guérit nos corps
Comme une main très douce
La douleur il endort."

A wave of healing energy flows out of her hands, granting all around her a renewed vigor.

The deed done, she says a word of grace, this time in the common language: "We thank you, spirits of nature, for your unending blessings." As she stands, she now feels much better.

"The tracks here lead nowhere. We should search the whole camp, for any trace of who may have done this." She walks away, to look for anything unusual, starting with the vicinity of nearest wagons.

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3-action Heal, for (1d8)[4] hp for everyone who got hurt.

For the purposes of searching, her Perception is +7 and Survival +4.