Boztun Badlands, Klos 17th, 350AC, 9:05  (overcast, 37 degrees, crescent moon)

No Todd, the drooling was just funny.  This is cruel…

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Phallon, Bren, and Zarr continue to stand on the perimeter, aiming their weapons at the body and strange metal contraption crumpled in the snow.  A minute passes and nothing happens.

The other soldiers stand guard, melee weapons at the ready, while Ragnor and Arvak look over Zeebo.  Ozzul turns his head and looks at Arvak.  “Naah, we don’t have any healer stuff.  If he took a good hit to the head, he’ll probably not be able to continue with us until he recovers.  If he recovers.

Again, it looks like Zeebo’s alive but is staring blankly, and is unaware of his surroundings.  You have never seen him struck dumb like this before.

What now?