[b][color=#4269E2]"That one definitely didn't mind munching its prey."[/color][/b] Engelbert reminded, not-so-subtly gesturing the severed leg nearby. [b][color=#4269E2]"Who knows what else is different to regular spiders? If we are moving, we should not accept assumption as facts."[/color][/b] The blue glow slowly faded out of the knight's helmet, leaving it as dark as it usually were. He's... withholding his opinion at the moment. Rescue attempt was good and all, but when survival prospect was slim and the party was exhausted they'd go well past valor and into the realm of stupidity. Not to mention that finding the creature's lair wasn't exactly easy in this woods. None of them were expert tracker.

Leaving the decision making to Vesemir, Engelbert turned his attention to something he [i]could[/i] more reasonably deal with. Armored gauntlets reached for his belt, pawing the leather slots before taking out a slightly dented silver flask barely larger than a finger.

[b][color=#4269E2]"You did well, lady Roxas. I have just the thing to tilt the odds in his favor."[/color][/b] One could almost imagine the amiable smile from his tone as he strolled back to the camp and administered the potion into Dimitri's wound. There's some slightly disturbing squelching noise as well as the caravan hand's pained grunt as the knight-errant made his way back, carefully storing back the now empty flask in its slot. [b][color=#4269E2]"He should live, though he'd be famished when he wakes up. Small blessing that he's unconscious, it's not a pleasant experience. Moving on - I have five more of the potions if necessary, but I hope we can reserve it for emergency only."[/color][/b]