The blood of bandits lies about the ground, bright red in the sunlit grove. A beautiful day out, the rustling trees and green grass do nothing to hint at the mayhem that was occurring just moments ago. Routed, the bandits still standing fled as their tents were smashed and their stolen goods apprehended.

Armed members of The Sunfish Guild sit to rest or stand to the side on guard against any stragglers that might be nearby. Chattering amongst themselves, the guildsmen gather the spoils of victory in piles to be transported on carts. Shining trinkets and plundered food lay in piles on the ground, ready to be given to the rightful owners. A few members have sustained wounds, and it is your duty as a healer to ensure they are restored back to good health.

You are very adept with the skills endowed by your god, even going so far as to be able to heal wounds that would normally take weeks to properly heal on their own. Moving amongst the men with fairy-like grace you fulfill the only true use you have for your party. Your healing skills, while powerful, have definitely not given you skills in fighting.

As you finish up healing the last couple wounds suffered by your sword-bearing compatriots, your impatient leader stands from his sitting position on the ground; your hands having just healed his bleeding gash. Not even offering you a word of gratitude, he gets up and pushes you over into the grass roughly, seemingly angered by his need for your help. He's always so full of himself and thinks that because he is strong, all should bow to him and his "superior skills with the rapier". You're sick of it; the only time you get any respect is when your healing skills are needed, as you have found that swinging your staff around in disorderly fashion only gets complaints from your party members.

Drawing his rapier, he raises it high in triumph to address his men; "With my leadership skills and your bravery we have won the day!" He yells out, drawing cheers from his followers. His voice echoing across the field as he continues, "The stolen loot has been secured and these vagabond raiders have been scattered! We will drink and be merry tonight!"

After a word from the leader, we all begin walking through the sunny woods back to The Sunfish Guild. You feel the eyes of your guild leader on you, though you have been doing your best to stay low-profile under your floppy hat and flowing robes. Trying to stay away from your abusive guild-leader who is already making his way closer once again.