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[indent][indent]Gesties breaths are ragged, yet the look of death wasn't quite yet in his squinting eyes. Even were it not the case, the incantations of the young thief manage to staunch the Scorpion's bleeding, and reknit the flesh below his hides. 

Gesties: "Well well. . ." He wheezes, "Never thought I'd see the day a Hellion looked after one of Shůlaar's." He doesn't allow the moment to dwell though, standing up tall once more albeit with a dull pain in his chest, "What's more surprising. . . A vagrant kid like you can call upon the Divine Language." The man huffs, though his words were somewhat harsh, there was a clear intrigue at the very least. Again, not searching for a specific response, he heads off, filling in the spot between the bandit and their employer, his own blade now dangerously close to Ashur's back, feeling the pull to plunge it therein. Though cooler heads prevail.[/indent][/indent]
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