You stood at the edge of the field, taking in the carnage of the battle. Your wounds knitted together with the help of a greater healing potion.

Footsteps behind you brought your hand down to the hilt of your knife as you turned.

"Easy... just me. Gale. Your wizard friend." He chuckled, pushing down your knife hand. "I've come to check on you. You've been standing out here for some time."