Kishan blinked. "Wait....He's got the Harlequin? Wait....the Harlequin's a frying pan?!?"

"Kal? A little help?" Said Argriv as he fought continued to fend off several of the undead monsters.

"As you wish." Kal's staff flared and he fired a levinbolt into that group, smashing them aside effortlessly. And they started standing up. And putting themselves back together after discussing who's arm it was.

"It's a frying pan this time? That sword the Thane gave you should help keep him down!"

OOC: If the Harlequin is here, either someone is going to steal it, it's a fake, or this is a very short RP

IC:
Grey had long ago ran away from the zombies, and the whole haunted area. Getting Grey as close as the horse would go, Zorha sat ontop of him and shot arrows at the zombies, though his aim was very bad.

OOC: You forget. We have three goals. Harlequin, Solitaire, and Spires. Then we need to beat the big bad.

OOC: Were you talking to me? I don't recall getting a sword.

OOC: Talking to Kishan.

IC: "Zorha? About the oils please!?"

OOC: He is no where near you...

Alka got the idea. He turned and shouted to Zorha.

"HEY! PRIEST! GOT ANY PURIFYING OILS?"

"I could make some..." Zorha muttered to himself. He got off of Grey, then opened his bag and saddle, then began to mix, stir, smash, grind, and pour things in bottles, cups, bowls, mixing bowls, and the ground.