As the group finishes looting the last ogre on the level and Miro identifies the magic items, Vrinn calls everyone together, a fresh wound still seeping blood over his forehead and running down his cheek, over his eye yet leaving the orb unblemished as though Calistria herself stayed the Lamia's blade from sinking straight through his skull any further. "Right, afore ye start rippin' me a new one, let me just say that I know it didn't go right. I dun know what came over me. I wasn't meself, well, I knew what I was doin', but I couldn't quite control meself as much as I wanted to. But that aside, we need t' press forward" he states, a solemn seriousness in his eyes as he looks to each member. "There's another Lamia Matriarch out there, an' th' longer we take to hunt her down, the stronger she'll become, fortifyin' herself and lickin' her wounds. Plus she'll be able t' rally th' remainin' ogres into a fightin' force, we've lost th' element of surprise." he states, rubbing his hand over his chin, feeling the stubble growing out. "Plus it's prob'ly only a matter o' time afore the ogres outside realize that Doomwing's dragon ain't real, an' then we'll have lost that in our favour as well. So no, we need t' heal up as best we can now and continue our assault. Aye, without the boss ogre that might give us some breathin' room, but we still need t' keep in mind that we're in enemy territory with a whole keep still full o' ogres." The wounded half-elf holds up his hand to quell the verbal assault he knows is coming "Th' ones downstairs 'ave sure t' heard us fightin' up here. But that don't mean we rush in blind either. Miro, we need t' save yer spells, so unless we want t' save th' potions we just got, I should take some an' close up some o' these wounds so I can at least help Synovia up th' front in th' corridors, unless ye think ye can make her bigger and I shoot from behind with me bow an' let Ever stand, float, aside Synovia..." "Stupidhead. You shoulda died" comes the disembodied voice of Vrinn's shadowy companion from another room, her head floating through a wall to poke her tongue out at him before disappearing again "Aye, thank ye for that. Anyways, where was I..." he trails off, his train of thought broken