Oddly, the spell found nothing wrong with Narlond's health. Aside from being hungry and tired, the Rezar appeared to be completely fine.
"Maybe it's because you ate my lunch, you made me wish to blow my own eardrums, and then you used my clothes as a towel. Again!" Nalrond's voice was a low snarl.
"What a crybaby. Unlike you, I didn't spend the whole morning sitting on my ass. I was hungry and that soup hit the spot just nicely. I'll cook you up something delicious in a jiffy." Morok replied.
"Gods, no! I'd rather drink a nutrients potion." Nalrond whined.
"As for the lack of towels, it's not my fault if we have to say here for so long and I didn't pack enough. Besides, after a shower, I'm as clean as a baby so no harm no foul. You can still wear your clothes after drying them a bit."
Morok showed Nalrond a crumpled shirt with several water stains and several hairs. Some long and straight while others suspiciously short and curly.
