With her free arm, Grifen gave Fezz and the other guys a hesitant wave, unsure of what to do in her predicament. Then she slowed as the distance between them closed and got a better look. Was Fezz sick? He looked unusually tense and had something almost like a grimace on his face. And the expressions on the other two were also odd. The old-timer was staring at the scholar intensely. And the bard looked like he was struggling not to laugh!
Grifen had no idea what was going on, but Fezz clearly needed help with something and the nomad wasn't carrying anything but a few basic medicines. She called out to the bard standing a few feet away.

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"Hey Alec, see if ya can find preacher and get him to take a look at Fezz. And Fezz, if yer feelin' sick y'should stay in bed! Ya gotta take care of yerself...probably need more sleep. I'll check in on ya later, okay?"