Over the next week, you got to know the rest of your teammates. Over the week though, there was something that puzzled you. Excluding yourself, a third of the team had some sort of healing capabilities.
One day, after a sparring session, you were resting on top of Burtha, her fur making for a nice place to lay on.
"Tell me," you said. "Between yourself, Triana, Rada the Centaur Bard, Smoke the Catfolk Ranger, Dani the Assimar Sorcerer, and Dooja the Elephantfolk artificer, you have quite the number of healers amongst yourselves. Why me?"
"It's because you're a Cleric," said Burtha. "We seem to run into a number of undead lately. Clerics can tell them to run away, reducing the chances of the rest of us getting injured. Saves up the rest of our magics and such to, and no need to worry about healing uninjured party members."
"I guess that makes sense," you said. "So, how's Tina?"
Burtha grinned. "Still upset about loosing." She looked at you. "Do you want to try your luck at escaping from me?"
"I think that you'd have an unfair advantage," you said.
"Tina tried climbing up," said Burtha. "Now, if she tried crawling down..... it might have been a different story, with me carrying her."
"Wait, you're telling me to...."
"Fastest way to escape," said Burtha. "Trust me on that one."
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