Cyric grunts in irritation as he gently places down the shifter outside next to another of his new companions, then goes back for the warforged as well. He takes out his woollen blanket and places it down in front of the warfirged, then doubles it over as an improvised stretcher of sorts. He lifts up one half of the warforged enough to slide all of the blanket under it, allowing ripples to fold underneath.
He then lifts it at the waist just enough to spread the blanket further, finishing by lifting its legs and allowing the rest of the makeshift stretcher to smooth out flat. Satisfied, Cyric folds the arms of the warforged over its chest, grabs the tops edges of the blanket and begins to drag it outside.
"I hope it's still functional. It jumped in front of the half dragons breath weapon to save everyone else. The half dragon seemed nice too... Friendly, talkative, compassionate... Lets not forget our friend by the fireplace. These bugs seem dangerous. I truly do hope they do not spread..."
He then lifts it at the waist just enough to spread the blanket further, finishing by lifting its legs and allowing the rest of the makeshift stretcher to smooth out flat. Satisfied, Cyric folds the arms of the warforged over its chest, grabs the tops edges of the blanket and begins to drag it outside.
"I hope it's still functional. It jumped in front of the half dragons breath weapon to save everyone else. The half dragon seemed nice too... Friendly, talkative, compassionate... Lets not forget our friend by the fireplace. These bugs seem dangerous. I truly do hope they do not spread..."
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