The priest moves feebly on the ground. "Olaren, are you all right?" asks the bard, looking him over carefully.

"It's all gone... I can't feel..." issues weakly from Olaren's mouth as he turns his head to the side.

The bard grabs a shoulder and begins trying to help the priest up. "You, Sir Dwarf, help me get him up, he needs fresh air!" The bard looks around. "And you, friend, bring that ale with you, we're going to need it! Let's get him outside to the porch, at least-it's too crowded in here."