"Make way, make way! A wounded crusader! We need a healer over here!"
An arrow thunks into the ground two feet ahead of Seelah. It speaks in language that is universal.
Drat it. "They're maybe good people. Or even neutral people but we need to ask them for directions, right? Is there a cleric spell that would help?"
Gods damn it! Stop playing with us! Even if there were a cleric spell that would help, if you didn't know about it YOU WOULD NOT HAVE IT PREPARED!!!
She doesn't want to have a showdown without talking to Seelah first (and, honestly, trying to run away in the night rather than fight Wulfric and his crazy demon summon) and if she did want one she certainly wouldn't want it here and now.
Anevia is in perfect control of her features.
"Drat. Uh... so we need something clearly Good. Something they'll see from over there. What if..." I look at the lake. "What if I bless the water?"
"Some things are best learned by trying," Camellia says sagely. Then ruins it by giggling again.
I kneel and touch the water. There's definitely something there. The potential of some spell I can cast, bringing Pun-Pun's wish - my wish - into the world.
I just... need to... concentrate on it hard enough...
Just... a little longer...
Wait, I need to call out the spell name! I should probably stretch that out too, just to be sure.
B-bbbbb.... Bbeeee...
"Be Less Water!"
"So. Um."
I really flubbed it this time, didn't I. Nobody's going to rely on me ever again! I promised them a lake full of holy water and now they don't even have a lake full of regular water!
"Through a miracle of Pun-Pun, we can cross to the island without taking the defended bridge?" I try. But looking at their faces, I can see they're not buying it.
"...I'm so, so sorry."