Necromancer.
It was a dismal group that staggered into a cave that evening. Despite the success at retrieving the Eye, the loss of the little wizard was felt, and all of them were wounded to various degrees. The constant drizzle and wind didn’t help, and the small fire they started did little to stave off the cold. Gorgus cast a few healing spells, and Mistral placed a defensive ward at the entrance to the cave. That done they all rolled up in their sleeping mats and slept. ~ * ~ Morning came and the group stayed where they were. A storm had blown up during the night, and wind howled around the cave entrance. Mistral and Gorgus took the chance to meditate and rebuild their spell power. The others just rested.
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