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Gan Vahnsen
The half elf nodded at Evon’s words, "You are right, of course. Perhaps the lizardfolk will be grateful at our… intervention.” He offered a half smile, suggesting that perhaps their ‘interference’ may not have been enough to tip the balance, but perhaps the lizards would be grateful all the same, "Healing is always welcome. Perhaps we should wait for a healer before examining the antidote.” he suggested and leant back, basking in the warmth of the fire. If the lizards had relaxed, then hopefully it meant there was no immediate danger – however, being a ranger, he always kept an eye on his surroundings, no matter how relaxed the natives were. It was possible the lizards might turn on them, or see their kind as the ones who disturbed the waters of the lake. Who could know the mind of a lizard?
"So if you are not a fighting man,” he inquired, making small talk, "Mind if I ask what your area of expertise is?”
Between conversing, Gan would decline Anne’s offer of scouting. When asked, he simply said, "As much as I would like to join you, being struck in the face by a tentacle isn’t pleasant. I’ll sit this one out for now.” Hopefully, the half elven ranger inwardly sighed, the blisters would go away and not be permanent. He did not wish to be scarred for life, or worst, lose the use of his eyes/feeling in his face.
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