OOC:
PhantomNimbus says:
Holy Krif! I want that gun!
Strange how that worked out, isn't it? I have to admit, though, I didn't expect this guy to hit you so easily.
You wake up an indeterminate time later with the Drall standing over you, her little paws covered in your blood. She is wearing an apron and has a visor covering her face. She looks you in the eye and lays one bloody paw on your arm.
"Don't worry," she says, "this is
my arena."
And then you pass out again.
A little while later you awaken and find your wounds have been expertly bound and there is a steaming cup of caff sitting on the table beside your bed.
OOC:
You can heal three wounds; two from the medical care and one for a night's rest.
I'm going to start another thread and we can continue from there. This thread will then be reserved for the main mission.