He came over and put out a hand, quickly shaking both his and Camilla’s, before introducing himself.
“Geraden, Tier 6 solo fighter. I picked up these groups on my way to the meeting area. Please tell me there are others there. We need medical aid and some rest. This is the third ambush we’ve been hit with so far, and we’re almost out of mana.”
Matt took all that in and nodded at the man. He reached into his bag and pulled out two of their clotting potions. They weren’t true healing potions, but they could stabilize an injured person for a while. He didn’t give them everything, since they only had two dozen, and these resources would become increasingly scarce while the outpost was destroyed. Crafters needed workshops and infrastructure to work properly, and that would be in short supply
