[b][center]Sister Agnes[/center][/b]

	Sister Agnes stood there gripping the post where she stood; the song the bard played made her to rush to his allies’ side and heal them. Her finger nails digging into the wood causing lines to be scraped away and the shaving to curl along her hands. Taking a few deep breaths she was able to resist and shake off the effects of the spell. That was not something she had had to fight in some time, thinking back to her time before the convent and as much as she wanted to dwell in a different time than the horror that was unfolding before her it was not time for such things. 

	The fog rolled in from the alley ways and crashed to the center of the town, covering what was happening for most of the fight. Lowering her head she said a quick prayer, hoping any god or goddess of good would hear her prayers. The group needed help, any help. Turning as she felt a presence beside her she gasped at the sudden appearance of Melvus; it startled her that one moment he had not been there and then the next he had but that wasn’t all of it, the way he looked showed he had not fared so well in the beginning of the fight. Hearing his words she nodded. She had already healed several that day but she still had some healing left up her sleeves as it were and it was time to use what gift she was blessed with. 

	“Yes, of course, just hold still,” Sister Agnes said in a caring voice.

	Stepping over him close, she raised her hands and placed them over her heart as she chanted to herself before moving her fingers to his wounds and a soft warm light began to envelop him. She did not know if he had injuries besides what was visible but she didn’t want to risk not healing him enough so her hands roamed from his face, down his neck and to his chest where the light quickly grew and went over his entire form. As she pulled her hands away he would find that what flesh that had been damaged was not only healed but looked like nothing had happened, no scars remained and bones reformed. She thought perhaps that she had used too strong a healing spell on him but then she looked back at the fog and knew she had not. They would need every drop of blood they could spare in this fight for it was long from being over.

	Reaching into the pocket of her habit she pulled out a clean cloth and dipped it into the water trough before ringing it out quickly and placing it in his hand so that he could clean up the blood now that he was healed. As much as he needed the healing he surely needed to clean away the blood so he could at least see at this point.