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Gan Vahnsen
Gan did not reply at first. Gingerly, he touched the side of his face with his hand before nodding silently towards Evon, "You're more or less unharmed?" he asked, concerned that his companion suffered broken ribs or the like, "Perhaps we should find someone to take a look at you." he suggested and sighed. "It feels like poison," he answered Evon's question and frowned, "How much is there? It might be worth saving it for later." He shrugged and shook out his tunic with a groan, "We should get somewhere warm." He commented and began to walk unsteadily towards the fire. If Evon needed assistance, he'd offer it; after all, he was a fighting man and by his own admission, Evon was not.
Gan nodded to Lorath and Tamora, "It seems that if we are to survive, we must indeed work together. Though, I hope," he added wryly, "We don't encounter any more such beasties. Anyone know what it was?"
Once he was at the fire, he would sit down and rest a bit. He'd also inspect his weapons and clean them off.
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