[spoiler]If anyone asks, I stole all of my magic items
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"Need some assistance with that?" Gwythyr asks, as he begins collecting some twigs and grass, bundling them up, and tossing them into his sack (which looks
far handier than any sack anyone is likely to have seen before).
"So, Curyll, once we draw them out, you and I can sneak in to the town. I just hope that these three are well-enough equipped for the job." He looks at Simell, then Dez, then Unlucky, then looks at Curyll and himself. He tosses a bundle into his sack and reaches in and retrieves a single stick, still green while all else around it is dry, and it appears to be carved along its length with a design of a curling vine. He twirls it around for a second.
He looks at Curyll and says:
"This should heal us. Problem is, if we split up, both groups can't have one." He turns to the group and says, more loudly,
"Hey, you're all self sufficient, correct? I've only one wand that can heal us, and I don't know if any of you can use it."