The Necessity of Travel

@testlum - I'll let you kill it with that blow. That might also fulfill your want. However, you've got a cost coming. Freezing doesn't work, and you're already weak, so...

You can save Johnsan but I need you to make a check for me. Roll+nothing.
-- 10+: You're fine, God is good, faith is renewed, etc.
-- 7-9: The voice that answers your prayers isn't the one you expect.
-- 6 or less: You're feverish and lost in a dreamworld until you find your way out or someone manages to cure you.

Brother Irwin stares numbly at the dragon, now unmoving.

Johnsan's consciousness returns. Somehow, though he should be a bloody mess, he has only scratches where the lizard grabbed him.

The things really do look like they could fit the description of dragons, but they're definitely not big enough to carry off a cow. In fact, they didn't look like they could fly at all. Maybe a long time ago these things ancestors used to be dragons? As you're carving them up you do find vestigal glands near their mouths that are full of a sweet, aromatic, very pungent liquid. There's not much of it, but it's strong, whatever it is. It reminds you of the smell of a campfire without all the smoke.

You're free to wander around and explore more if you like. The cavern down here is bigger than it originally looked, and there's a small tunnel that leads off to the north that's partially hidden between two tightly-spaced ancient stalagmites.

You also have time to rest, and it's quite peaceful down here...

"God is everywhere," Brother Irwin says aloud. "It was He who led me here."

When Oxana says his name, the scribe blinks at her. "I'm... fine." Suddenly angry, he stretches out his arms to either side, showing his lack of injury. "See? Fine! How could He not be here?"

With the words ringing in his ears, Brother Irwin starts down the passage to the north.