[Bozos of Bones]

Therlion went to crushing the leaves. He wiped sweat from his forehead, and smelled his fingers to check if the herbs were already letting out the odour. "I believe this is it." he handed the dwarf a moist green lump. "I must go outside, check on the horses. I will be back in a moment." He said and left ducking through the door, not waiting for Haine or Keal to say anything.
Outside, Therlion sat on a stump and pulled out the weapons he found after the battle. Most of them were bloody, and Therlion picked up the dagger that wounded him and looked at it. He reached inside a pocket, and pulled out some of the herbs the dwarf gave him to crush. He recognised the leaves and the stench as an agent that he himself used to identify liquids. He crushed it in his hand and smeared it over the blade. After a moment, Therlion moved his fingers above the blade, in conjuring a small spell. The blade glew green briefly, then yellow, and then was back to normal. Therlion sighed, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. As I suspected he thought. He put the weapons away, and headed towards the house. Reaching for the door, he missed the knob and stopped. He put a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes. A few small movements with his head, and he opened his eyes again. He proceeded inside the house.