"Make way, make way! A wounded crusader! We need a healer over here!"
"Never fear," Seelah says cheerfully, "I'm sure you'll make third circle!"
What lies down this crevice?
Ooof. Way to fumble in front of the ladies.
Trudge trudge trudge oh hey another pretty woman, uh, I mean adventuring companion!
...and a body? There's so much blood aaaaah?!
"I tried to heal him, but it was too late; the wounds he took from the fall were too grave."
(Another round of introductions later)
But I wanted to practice Ant Haul...
Wait, what's that noise?
The spirits what?! That sounds super scary, I'm not trying that!
Come on, come on, what spell do all clerics definitely have...
"Summon mobster!"
A tiefling with curly horns and a long tail appears! He neatly stabs two adjacent centipedes in the eyes before disappearing again.
"That... didn't look like a regular summon," Anevia carefully says once the last centipede has been safely dispatched. Unless it was a demon and not a tiefling?
"People usually summon animals. And outsiders, of course. Is it a rule that you can't summon people... I mean, mortals?"
Whatever Wulfric is, he's no cleric. Anevia isn't going to tell him as much, in case he already knows and is just pretending.
"But you shouldn't rush ahead like that! You can summon some distance away, right? Casters need to stay in the back line!" This is squarely within Seelah's domain of expertise.