Come to think of it, she might have cut some of her muscles. 

Jazdia twitched her fingers. All were responsive albeit with limited movements. 

Nervous system? 

She could feel the touch, and pain, except for her right thumb and pinkie which looked very pale. She tested by yanking both fingers. [color=ec008c]Ouw! Ouch![/color]
Yeah, they too passed the check. 

Blood vessel?

Blood dripping from her punctured knuckle and wrist told her that this one was still... problematic. 


Jazdia had finished tending to her left palm when Chonan approached her, offering help. But she shook her head and dismissively waved her hand. The Samurai was slow to take the hint, so Jazdia resorted to verbal instruction. 

[color=ec008c]"You should help Yvonne." [/color]

That noblewoman in question however was walking, or rather, wobbling, with swords in her hand, but barely a few steps later she stumbled, almost comically so, and hit the floor, face first.  

Hesitatingly, pausing many times for breath, she stressed.[color=ec008c]"Yeah, you should help her..." [/color]

The samurai nodded and approached Yvonne. There was a short bark, unruly squirm, and wild arm movement when he gently picked the noblewoman up and bring her to safety. Come to think of it, they looked awfully matched to each other. Jazdia leaned backward and laughed throatily. 


The Samurai then stormed for the south tunnel for God knows what.

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Upon arriving at Gerrald's bunker, Chonan ransacked the guild master's quarter and opened all the containers he could find. There was no valuable intel, however, but at the cupboard where Gerrald stored his liquor, he found a jar of honey and unlabeled [b]rectified spirit[/b]. Opening another cabinet near the door, he found a scissor, [b]three small bottles filled with red aromatic liquid[/b],[b] two similarly small bottles filled with clear solutions that smelled like lemon extract, and a [i]generous[/i] supply of bandages --three rolls to be exact.[/b]