Dia tried her best not to growl at the competition’s dwarven cleric, Steffy, as she approached. Angelo stepped back to give the dwarf some space to work, and she knelt down next to the ailing necromancer with an anxious expression on her bearded face.
“These debuffs really are insidious…” Steffy said, her soft voice a delicate contrast to her stout, battle hardened appearance. “I’ll cleanse you first, then top up your health. Is it all right if I lay my hands on you? My best cleanse is a touch spell.”
Lydia closed her eyes, swallowing her anger down, before opening her eyes to meet the dwarf’s gaze. She wanted to ask what made the dwarf agree to go along with party’s underhanded bullshit, but knew better than to let her mouth run rampant in this moment.
Instead, she said with a nod, “Pl
