Tea knowing now that his friend was safe and the situation was under control. He walked up to unconscious troll, Tea swiftly tapped it's neck, it didn't move, it no longer breathed, the deed was done. 

Tea took his boot off checking on his wounded foot, the wraps were blood soked. Tea could feel the his chi wasn't exhuasted, he rewrapped the foot with new fabric and begin to meditate, using his chi to accelerate the healing process. He sat by the tree he was thrown to.

It didn't take very long at all for Claribel to finish sewing the wound, her needle slipping back through his head to tie a snug knot; she leaned forward and bit the string, careful not to outright plant her face in his bloody scalp. A deep breath was drawn as she sat back up, and a glance was thrown over to Pick as he spoke again.

"We can certainly hope and pray he'll make it out of this okay," she murmured, her deeply worried gaze shifting back towards Drysl. "I'll see what I can do after I see to it that this man is tended to. Could you find some food for him if and when he comes to? I reckon he'll be mighty hungry after all this." Her dirt-covered yet dainty hands settled atop the old man's crown, and her eyes squeezed shut as she attempted to call upon an old healing spell she had learned years prior–it was a daring move, for she'd only ever used it on herself to heal the pin-pricks and knee scrapes that she received in her later childhood. Even if the spell might not heal him back to perfect health, hopefully it would at least take him a ways from Death's doorstep and set him on the path to recovery.

[OOC: Drysl will decide the effect the healing spell will have on his character, whether it manages to heal him or if it comes too late, the latter of which being that he's already dead and thus thoroughly unaffected. This is his character, after all!]

Pick stood with a pained grunt, "yeah I'll see what i can find." He dusted himself off and walked passed the still gasping troll. He wasn't sure what to look for so he started with searching the bodies of the dead farmers, but found nothing of value (edilble or otherwise). He then decided to round up as many mushrooms as he could. He figured Drysl could pick out which ones were poisonous or not.

He soon returned with a little more than a handful of mushrooms. "I'm afraid this is all I could find." he said a little crestfallen, "some or most of these might be poisonous. I figure he'll know which ones to eat if he comes too."

The sky glowed bright colors of orange red as sun started to set on the forest, the trolls were all dead and so one of the farmers wives who had escaped the ordeal came back to join everyone. She started to build a campfire near Drysl to keep him warm while he slept. Drysl's breathing returned to normal, and he had stopped bleeding. Even some of the color and warmth started to return to his skin because of being healed. But he still was not waking up from his unconscious state, he was in a very deep sleep because of the amount of energy he had lost. He wasn't going to be waking anytime soon.
As he slept his Journal had fallen out of his pocket and onto the ground, The book was bound in pressed birch bark with gold thread around the edges it had a picture of a mushroom engraved in gold in the cover. [the word Journal is a hyperlink that takes you to Drysl's Journal Thread]

Tea's pointed ears twitched to the beckoning for food from the young women. This unfortunately broken his concentration, but he couldn't get mad, their was someone in more danger than he. Tea took off his backpack and rustled through it, "I know have some food in here." Tea finally found the package of dried vegetables he packed, he scanned around him before he tossed the the sack of food beside Claribel.

As soon as it would land, he would quickly re-position himself to his meditative state, he was too nervous for even the slightest form of interaction with any girls.    

Picking up Drysl's journal, Pick threw aside all the fairy spot mushrooms he had gathered. ventured out again after rubbing them on his skin. The burning sensation was intense, but largely better than getting killed.

This time on his return he had a better selection of mushrooms; there was enough for Drysl and the rest to have.

He looked to Clair, "we should find his house" he said showing her the entry in the journal, "we can't just leave him here, and we can't stay either."

He then looked to Tea who was still meditating, then to the healing mushrooms he had found with the help of the journal. He ate one and then crossed over to and handed one to Tea.

The sun has set it is now dark and the only light around is that being cast from the campfire

As the campfire blazes and crackles Scavenge rats can be heard eating the carcasses in the dark. other sounds can be heard aswell, something growls. The farmers wife scared huddles ever closer to the campfire.

Tea rubbed the mushroom as best as he could, if all else fails he still can uses his fire techniques.

Tea did his best to make campfires around a small perimeter. 

The wood elf scanned the forest with his darkvision hoping to see what new threat was approaching them. He signaled to everyone in the vacinity to stay alert, and drew his crossbow.

"We just can't get a break eh Tea?" He said still scanning the area.