Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200531184258

(Flame, Lance) The moment the man had set foot in this derelict, he took a defiant stand, looking to contest anything trying to pursue them. Of course, seeing one of the rescuee punch a hole to collapse the entrance sets him a bit back as he relaxes a bit "Hmm, it seems you have already returned the apparel".

His hand, full of gray light, shines down, almost exhausted "I would give you the brilliance of my light, but, I alas have spent a bit attempting to shield my imprompty comrade in arms against a spell that is quite anathema to the concept of my dome. I will require a bit of time to summon the light once more. The most I can do is set a sanctuary that will gradually see your wounds recuperate".