Medic

[The Ramirez]

"Well, that was fun" Kaleb said as he looped fastened his belt in the aftermath of the fight. Three hobgoblins lay in crimson snow, a fourth being spared. Guards to the temple the party finds themselves in front of. This could become troublesome. The party were in this cold, mountainous region to partake in a trial of combat in order to gain entry to speak with the hobgoblin rulers. Back home, their actions would have landed them in prison. According to the stories Kaleb has heard about about hobgoblins, the ruler might have the surviving guard executed for depending on a strength potion at the beginning of the fight instead of giving his all before having to rely on cheap tricks. "I'll worry about the diplomacy later" Kaleb thought to himself as he looked around. Seeing Elironda, Arwen, and Dimple advancing to the surviving guard, he called out "We might need that one, guys." Noticing some minor looking wounds on Gar, Kaleb pulled out his wand of minor cure wounds and and pointed it at her. She wouldn't ask for the healing, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. "Anyone else hurt?"